I love basements / plastic fruit too / there’s no sense of here or now

The future brought here idles, undoing.

(trans. Jonathan Galassi)
“I didn’t know ashes don’t change.”

The problem isn’t whether to disguise / a faded subject but is one of seeing: / if you ever were and whose you might / have been.

The bell of the steamship from Le Havre rings so furiously I have to stop working!

At check-in, a little Indian girl
in a velour jumpsuit – let’s call her Pinky
plays Etch-A-Sketch for hours

a little wind / posts the useless news: the sun / has not yet, not yet, been removed.

Geoffrey G. O’Brien
Say it was enough
To constitute a vertical hymn
Everybody could almost agree
Hovers over the smallest being…

They spend a beautiful day together, no strife, no suspicion, no anxieties, no doubt.

I’ve given her everything and how does she thank me? She won’t even do me the courtesy of existing..