Fall 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1992 |

Nothing Nothing

        1. TRAVEL NOTES Nothing Nothing, this is the where and when of departure O days—where O is the coil of a hose—but no—where but no is a step on the fire escape—(it's silly to spy on the future) the measuring glass where O pollywog already knows its place and swims away among molecular little eyeballs, but no—among throat-slitting sedges O cranberry, O martian cherry juice! O risk, but risk, O the apex of a heavenly rancho, but no is the summit of the Jomolungum of Communism, and why couldn't I have come on the scene when the fatherland was still omnipotent: the small braid of a salty ridge throws an incurable shadow on the chakra of the sun If I have to go—over the bridge, but not under the arch. Only a step from cerebrum into cerebellum turns out to be a long detour on a roundabout road, This is a living thing, a defensive asshole,Come on, my little corpse, shake a leg— it's all dialectic here, there is no easy way.         

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