Monday, February 14, 2011

St. Valentine's Day Revival

Whenever I was in a poem I knew

that other poems would take part

and would have already been other

parts of the universe.

- Duncan ( in a letter to Robin Blaser )

Today was a day for hopscotch-playing in a timeworn fold of Jacket

And, from the now-defunct Fascicle: Geraldine Monk's Collaborations With The Dead, wherein the dead are called to rise, ponder current events, then compose collaborative poems with her.

... [A] breath between

tooth and
could mouth a sound
to form an
it would say
my claw
my claw

has been
hurting for days -
if I could count the days -
I would call out for drugs.