8.05.2008

a poem for today

in real time


rapidly scanning the urban psych surround
only counting where details count, or
navigating in cahoots w the lean-tos; or


singing at quick stasis to reinvent an alphabetical wheel
into a movement spin mind might flip scoped matter:
large amounts of population shift in a paragraph,
larger flows of colors across a verb dawn;
in a spark not believing in dumbness, nicked or dub focus—
maybe voice carries on, into deep sapphire;
anyway, can someone call me a para taxi? (but not later for dinner
newly sentenced, out on parole..



[by Mark Prejsnar]



Ron Silliman was born August 5, 1946

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