Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Apples


-for Carolee

Because she
was near me

because she
bakes a pie

I believe
everything

is possible
again the inter-

pretability
of nothing

the plethoral
void one's

breast without
malice whether

good or bad
inside it

even time
seems to

persist
because it

is close to
you that

clocking a
clock for

cooking for
making things

there is no
mythology

except
what your

mind your
heart & this

the original
apples make

apple pie
socialist

seeming sweet
and baked.

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