Monday, February 9, 2009


'baganaius' 'bakana'

Foolscap meets Fosca
in the quim of Gwynplaine
the resistance of its key
written on the surface
of a throbbing vein
and a vain robber.

My poem
is an establishment
of much repute:
"Le repoussoir"

the reputation war
the disputation of names

'it says here in the catalogue'

moves silently like the pert
of Franz von Stuck
upon the black body of the Boidae

"it is believed"
the ugly woman you hired
I walk beside you, and suddenly
you are

passion, incoherence, soveregnant

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