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I prefer the curious burn
of having taken up the hem,
I mean taken up the pen,
I mean writing is like a dress
darling and you wear it
or you don’t wear it and
it’s good, it’s okay,

I mean it’s the cramps
that tell you you’re about
to forge ahead a crown,
I mean giving birth to a
something that breathes
wretched child squeeze!
and there I am conduit
burning until I stretch those
wretched fingers stretch!

I mean that’s what it’s
about right uh huh okay
you were concentrating
on hem-lines I mean pen-lines
and didn’t really hear
any of it.

And then–and then–
it goes on though you don’t,
or you go on though it doesn’t;
God doesn’t like dice,
or God adores dice and
they are loaded;
there’s a plot to end the story,
but it goes on when the plot’s ended;
you aren’t the last word,
and you won’t have the last word;
you will come back a
cat, mouse, flea;
they will come back a
wolf, elephant, whale;
they’ll say, and you’ll say,
this is how the story ends–
and then–and then–

You all sit down to eat
the various me’s–
vicious, delicious
plurality.

come and eat as the words are falling
out of my mouth like plums like figs
there’s little time before we go dark
before the dawn of punctuation
before he have to distinguish between
various and sundry metaphors and simile
before you gain the thesaurus and lose your soul
and go raving through the streets arms
in your arms and lead in your head shouting

O
i should have eaten the puns the plums
O
i should have tasted the root the fruit

of everything before the sprouting after
so come come come there is honey in my pen-pot
the end of the word is near searing shearing
appearing before alarms shrill and buildings crumble
before we all realised before we all understood
that you can reach out and touch a plum that is
a plum a fig that is more than a figure of speech
that you can dejargon and unconsumerise and
dig the dollar signs out of your eyes and finally
SEE that there is no veil behind the veil
instead the gorgeous hold bedrock that girds
the everything on its delicious titan shoulders
now splitting wide open as the impossible wizard says

O
I have given you a heart
O
I have given you a brain
O
I have give brazen feet

to tread on the sanctified floorboards proclaiming

O
i have seen there is nothing to be seen
O
i now know there is nothing to be known
I
i can feel that there is no surface to the world

and you frantic pedantic pre-atlantis
throw ignorance round your shouders a blanket
a cape and you fall and you fall the sidewal
listens in to glistening final smiling
broken-spinal confessions

O
G-d is in his heaven all’s spite in the world
O
i stepped on a crack and JHVH broke my back
O
i have a secret secret to sell you

that if they tired of Moses’ manna they will also
take your plums and break your thumbs
and send you tumbling on your way.

When I got up to have some cake
a sign suggested
“You should not eat too much cake,
as there are others who like to have some
cake too.”

I though, “Damn hippie socialist! I’ll have
as much cake as I please!”                            …so I did.

The world came hastily
to an end.

Version 1

The world came swiftly
to an end.

It’s a story made of trees
that block and foil and guard.

After a few nondescript parries
and wooden deflections

I slam it home like a car door.
I never get to know what

happens after you
leave.

I’m not difficult. You needn’t
translate or interpret, much.

It is what it is. Construct
your own subtext, if you wish.

The white spaces are for you.
The margins are for you.

Art for art’s sake. I
confess nothing.