Friday, July 3, 2009

456. MY HERB RITTS PHOTOGRAPH

MY HERB RITTS PHOTOGRAPH
I want it.
Your impersonal momentary excellence
is like swinging from a guardrail over
the highway below. Yes, the bridge
would welcome a jump but - like
anything else - it is far beneath you.
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I swear that crenelated steel and
the iron-bound I-beam together
make nothing; sports and a ball-field
stadium are a really dismal arena for
any thoughts to pass through.
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Mind that, Porfirio.
Some nightmare like this
would have such markings
on the doorway, scraped -
in fact - into the very wood.

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