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1

At the tower's exposed nipple,
wreathed in the cloud I am become,
blurred vision fails to distinguish
my own from any other face.
The ghost of a proboscis, through
one compound eye at a time, nud
-ges chaos into ship-shape, to
launch on/in the nothing, nothing.

 

2

Butterflies in Joseph's stomach
-pit effect no meteoric
rise, no rainfall. Index fingers,
poised, exchange a crazed slop of paint:
illuminated, it blazes,
the divine Wimshurst machine.
Unseen, unsmelt, it bleeds linseed.
Silence is not the issue, here.

 

3

Nervous marrow of my hollow
legs long gone, under the hammer
my chitin exoskeleton
explodes -- the fly, Yeats, is the stream --
see me dissolve! no on, no in.
After an age, the mice fritter.
A relay's contact surface frets,
pits and fails when fed with A.C.

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Previously unpublished (1991).

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