Thursday, January 28, 2010


in magic nations

imagine gyrations


image stagnation

in machinations

of magistration

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

42nd and 6th

 The rhythm of the world,
isn’t so obscured here as to be imperceptible:
Although I long to be upstate again
(‘midst the trees, peaks, the ancient cemeteries,)
I steel myself for a moment here,
and hear:
an insistent beating, of is. is. is.