Wonderful to receive this poem from Frank Sherlock last night. In response to the raid of Zuccotti Park.
Books
gone
Shelter
gone
I've been
screaming
out of key
all day
for you to
cover
the promise
hole
in the wall w/
a horizontal
picture or
something
that looks
like joy
I've been waiting
Ah this
sunrise
again on
a failed
paradigm
this stare
too far
into space
for too long
to remember
the name of
this city
Here is
a hammer
Here is
a bulb
A number
of things can
happen like
building in
light
killing in
darkness
or touching
each other
during
our magic
hour
I trade
news links
through
militarized
playspace
to keep
witnessing
fresh
to stay out
of the back
catalogue
while
looking to
not be
abandoned
Take a sip
of war
commodity
from my
bottle when
you get here
I know you
get thirsty
You might
taste traces
of blood but
this is what
I have
to offer
The sound
you might
hear is
quiet running
counter to
anticipations
seizing on
conservation
as if shorter
showers matter
Pardon
my reach
to be
respirited
filching a cup
of memory
as memory
Are you there
This company's
the worst
The trapdoor
spiders' prey
lines up
in the web
in perfect
single file
I hate them
& I'm not
talking about
the spiders
Feed on
a symbol if
it's helpful
This phone
has hit
the wall
It still
works as
a transmitter
Call me
Where does
the exile
end & the
life begin
Your now is
three hours
before my
now & your
now is six
hours after
my now &
where in
this hell is
our future
but so far
ahead it'll be
unrecognizable
upon arrival
Not to
get all
necrocentric
but there's no
contradiction
between
the love of
flowers &
hatred of
floral
wallpaper
This was
real this is
real since
nothing
can be
destroyed
even when
pushed
into fire
I take
the cremains
to the Risk &
Disaster
Studies
section to
Poetry
(of course)
to the bridge
between
the smart
side of
the river &
mine to
the cafe for
conversation
Part funeral
Part miracle
The miracle
can no longer
be buried
There is
a difference
between death
by despot &
natural death
but neither's
truly painless
Pretending
there is no
loss foretells
more loss
than I could
ever shoulder
I've waited so long
Living through
catastrophe due
to no fault
of our own we
feel around
in this blackout
for everything
unseen
Yes we're
engaged
No we never
dated I
swear it's
really not
that weird
Before I woke
I banged
piano out
in a field
the floodrotten
shed in
the distance
I composed
for you w/
ham & wire
It sounded
good at
the time so
what if it
came out
sloppy it was
Peace Be
With You
sang so far
away from
church
That was nice
but we are
awake now
captured
while viewers
haven't
discovered
that craters
seen from
a distance
render these
wounds less
than their
actual size
I despise
missionaries
& their boring
positions
I'm tired of
lying on my
back just so I
can be taken
This interest
rate this
jobless stat
this market
demographic
has gotten
up to stay
human
I have almost
died again
to prove I
am a person
The library
starts over
You are
what I've
waited for
& finally
we're here
fucking fantastic Frank
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