31 May 2009

Graham Foust

[from Graham Foust's Leave the Room to Itself, Ahsahta, 2003]


I can contemplate

poverty, what gives,
my place and time there.

I can pray a lie.

What I'd kill for: now,
a limousineful

of bees. Absolutely
unmixed attention.

Whispered to a Wound

Collapse back

Keep on

keeping out
and in.


as the world
(any world

I've welcomed) would --

on thinnest ice
and medicine

and lists.

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