poem for a hangar

(posody opp)

i am only
u / but / u
william basinski was meeting
fred schneider
at the hangar to discuss the eggs
which the feeling had been keeping
the moon (is the moon)
in a fabulous hangar
in which we were wondering
where i am
only u / but u
in the candles of the lodge
our specific circumstance
was leading on into dead-end
and neverending internecine conflicts
forever and i can live
with that and dance
my ass off to this melancholia
in which i am shorn like a sheep
of the silent mystery skin
of the hypersea

there are snails
growing together in space
on plymouth rock
the last scent we sing

this algae
brings us whole
we egg to hangar
teeter
freak dance
or gar din sprech
gesang
win node


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