Thursday, February 11, 2010

Poem: music

suppose truth were FRAULEINLOU


whip over Fred and Paul
is this reversal beyond

the glitter ing chains of
Egypt Socrates whistles

where poweroutswellscamels

and equal citizens sting the
dis comfited

you want to change the music

to make words no more than a whip
in glittering mornings

to pluck
o most resentful

let truthstrutvelvet

where the dull mint the
absence of whips

and the evil
seize coins

neither Lou nor Fred
neither the word

nor its sting

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