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

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Hard intelligence

A of her habit
plug ugly & pugilist lipstick
"the centre fixed
the frame expanding"
thus the rack
of the Afghan army
virtue of mercy
in the armed society
mettle conducting both
the sun's heat & the winter's rages
refroze in mist
into a plump incestuous palimpsest
of bootprints
long standing snore
outside the wrong door
turned to the street’s cheap luxury
where all meet who are sufficiently moral
densely "but what's the offence?"
the cleric's on the trail
a synthetic bulwark arouses
“springinging
in the world of dancing coincidences”
up where the other birds go
edge of a roof or side of a road
in the vast city of mostly houses
the disclosing ark unrobed
"threw him out, you know, in the cold"
the bulldog with the underbite under the table
growled but was not sufficiently rational
to cut up the vegetable
though son & seed of one father
for spare parts

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