What do you want to find? No city. No door. No place. And a stone? A leaf? A door? My father’s eyes desire stoneand angel. Hill-haunted, the golden cities sicken in his eye, the opulent dark,sick with the million books. What do you want to find? I believe in harbors. There is no happy land.Continue reading “#408: Still Another Erasure Poem on April 4, 2022”
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#407: Another Erasure Poem on April 4, 2022
Oh my god, here he comes!He was a myth:descending the dark stairs,flourishing gestures of a hat,the First National Bank–his open window. Even in our ashesshe clasped the rich seclusion.She’s the one with the money.She’s the one wants to be an opera singer.She’s the one wants to be an actress! She halted, indecisively,the cool gulch ofContinue reading “#407: Another Erasure Poem on April 4, 2022”
#162: Emerson’s The Poet (An Erasure)
Those umpires admired pictures beautiful souls They are selfish dry wood Some study of rules limited judgement It is a proof of beauty that men seem to put into our bodies the spirit and the organ the germination
michael jarmer 