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…