ka blow of sniffed-in strife
'tween concrete walls
a strong grey ashUrinse hiding
a hard wide line, measlies long
of daze, and nights, and more daze.
In spite for the ruin-laced figure
with two plastic fags,
they all stressed the standard canyon,
the feast of bolted steel,
of greys, and
On squared-off stiffs,
squatting over the drained fading Fool,
spilling tossed down refuse,
the stunk-food of half-beaten
mays and mights and more mays,
two attacks in stole'd chains
did a grope-feel,
and felt their lays.
Seem how lines us loomens
on skytimes and discreet signs,
fission bars and muchloom crowds?
with coroners and newf-anglowphylums
sore in the grog shit--
sink in the sound
nonethemore we'll still goBLOOM!
by Jason Paul Fox
First published 1988, The Experimentalist, State Univerisity of New York at Geneseo
2007 Jason Paul Fox