LETTERS



The sound empties
to the right: I can’t
sit outside. Listening
is as slow as syntax
but the forfeiture of knowing
is as not
as you are

down in tomorrow’s daydream, I’m dissatisfied
and bite my name in half

Exteriors,
list

Sounds, fade
with the retraction of
emptiness

Greed, et al

The sound
surrounds, and the rewards travel to
the word

the verse
the poem
the end


……Dec 1998