Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Slipping Glimpser*, Again

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(*DeKooning used this term to describe himself.)


The violet horses go out with a puff
At midnight weary islands welcome poems of the street and such
To find the juice of their corpus
Run away with.
Touching how a father falls with ballad
And noble wrong hand nailed to table
With outsider dagger,
Refusing to hold office hours-
How fine a sham that gives a damn that
Led us through the dogs and hangings and
Licking of hands and spattered feet.
Look for the secret buried in the sing song
Arrangements of reminiscence
Approach and take your place upon the wheel.

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