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April 06, 2005

Mon Bon Ami

I have never opened my mouth before
today (why do I look both ways

before crossing the one way river–
running down stream on the

blood of Indians) One man pulled
the lever because the other man did.

Infinite homuncular regress and I cannot stop
exorcizing. He shook uncontrollably

the hand of every man woman and
grandfather clock stopped working

six months after he was born. Infinity
is the opposite of impossible

and both are nothing more
than the ocean opening up.

Posted by garth at April 6, 2005 07:02 PM

Comments

Already talked about this in class, but will talk about it again (sigh)...damnable surrealism...

...good couplets, nice breaks (except for lines 4 and 9), like the Ars Poetica styling of the piece....as Yasmin says, the mouth in connection with the ocean opening up is nice (am I actually quoting her?)...


Title is Peter Richrds-esque, which I LIKE, but at the same time, I don't. I like homuncular, especially since you've explained it to me for the umpteenth time...

..I like surreal poetry.

Posted by: Anthony Scoggins [TypeKey Profile Page] at April 8, 2005 09:29 PM

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