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

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Recess

In the end
I begin by petitioning the nostril
because it's mine

The edge of sensibility
(nonsense) between the white sky
and the white rooftop

cleanness, patience
& frère reverie

collided at the checkout
gestured toward family

at the table talking about talking
rarely remembered the words
when it came time to relate
& envied the insurance
of a cross-
words incommensurable
long things
dried iced spiced hung & thought
a privilege in the packaging

or, truthful father, it may be
less the kiss of death than an ecstacy
the stabbing street
you vault across
"consider the comittee
's epistemology"
"please police me"
or "accost! accost!" umm, oh,
bones of ivory
each letter for letter
coming out of her mouth
when she coughed
like a jade fish (icthys, T'ang Dynasty)
An eccentricity
a salt-waste

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