Against the pounded heart
of the speck of the dirt
of the that part
and but
again
to the end
of the bend
able part
where slackers (all end
so being it ends
but the flecks of seed
the thrall of past
moments ending as such
that end at last
and end
or be enticed
by the blending end
that bends
down by the river
I want to go later,
after dark,
to try
to go out into the city
and bring you back
something exotic, something
more valuable to have found
than to have, that I could give you.
On the bench,
Three pieces of
Three pieces of—
Bread,
White cheese,
raining—
a thunderstorm of
portrait painting
—a dove,
Might be,
—a dove—
Might be.
A thunderstorm of
A portrait of
A nice head of
On the bench, by
hopelessness
a bench
of hopelessness of
sit—
uation of
sit—
ting as sad as
the bench, looking
as sad as
a man,
Draped
in rags of
Wire,
Barbed wire
the war
In his hands.
A war
Seeing
A train
Station—
of
Image,
Beneath,
Beyond,
Inscripsit
The Bazaar charlatan does not
Come for banality, flagrant bludgeoning
Hi-karat scarabs, dismissing the craftsman's
Rubrics disingenuous, awkward, suspect,
Vacant from their databanks.
Shrugs his trinket balsam woods,
The tagua nuts for an ivory trade.