Sam Kaufman | uhwuhna at gmail dot com | also at cogito zero sum

Saturday, November 10, 2007

ninevehleven

night of snow
men and thoughts
meet by coinci-
dence ladies
for dinner
sandy theatre
tablets clay
dissolved two in
the British Museum

*

entering the city as entering a virgin
amid lamentations for burned soup
goodbye program hello history
submerge
who are the dogmen? who are our friends?
the walls decay     barbarians abound
under blankets a hand gropes towards tendernesses
unknown to me    they knew her    she died
her library lives     I sit in it sometimes
wear glasses and a dragon suit. My love barks
and sniffs through all disguises

*

sullen was the sun     sullen was the sin
   someone sold the soul    the evidence was in
the sheep in the sheepfold folded his arms:
   "what's this breezy desire that's
doing us in?"
gone, the sheepfold
   & the cat licks our butter
 That was ages ago
a blowy day & garlicky soup
I enter Uruk. He perverse approaches
    irony sticks wedge into the clay
in my kitchen, bought today on special at Canadian Tire

*

    CHE+MAO plate lets low
er a dangerous mind set down
riverine libertine is not-so-small
or Chilean cool kid just anyhow
set in the futura

*

wires     a rig joint
a jury    shot    from a canon
    one of each color     a pallor
sum of sun    gray day

    when I was fifteen
    to please and succeed    get fucked
moo the winner
   pay attention! the structure
INRI over the jewels

doorward and forward
   innate raw worthy
lives I suppose unknown

The leaves we gather are not
from the trees we sit under

*

cancer builds character in trees
taser tease    after-school growth
polysemitic and shifting countries
dispossessed of properties
an angel and her mute attendant
trumpt leaden histories invented planted
mainly mulch deposit safely undifferentiated

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our thoughts edge towards the edge
forbidden then gone the offer
to build a house from a sacred tree
glue feathers on our arms
eat clay and while kissing
the dead translation goose-steps faster
no sign, just a message
"hello, it's me, it's inside me I don't
know why, but ... so ... bye "
unreachable sky
fire escape tries
to climb a foam ladder
a statement in one line
or fourteen entitled "proposal" "proposition"

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