Two Poems.

Poem. (in A, w/ A)

If nothing ever disappears, you've seen it once;
not at least, once. Your fragmented, fragement
moment was something once; isn't it forever,
     at about this time: now. Now was then
by the way, after was then, then was now, which,
was the by, was after. Though it lingered only
in the sense
that
it hadn't in the first place, nor, the
last race to space will mean anything if all, all
is dust, dusty, dusted the globe; saw it, it
disappeared into your back, I touched it, in, in
your spine momentarily a lip, lips (lisp), were
     a globe, a fugue was a song (vice versa (versa-vice
(nothing is meaningless if you play long enough)); I
am sorry about all meaningless; I wish how,
how,
to heal I knew, know, might; will?
Nonetheless.
Nonetheless.
Nonetheless.
A back.
A back.
A spine.

***

New Hampshire.

People are so nice.

Eyes.

Grass.

I don't want to use drugs to write poetry.

How many artists has the world destroyed.

Formal logic is a piano transcription of an orchestra of language your legs.

Do not tell me what you think of this with words.

Lord I can see things I can't see myself.

I am so otherwise glad I met you.

I have an ink stain on one of my jackets because I think too much.

Maybe I shouldn't edit this.

Cohesive into something.

Behold:

(Anyone can write. None can edit.)

Who
What was wonder then
When were we we and
Where did they sing last
Why
How do things come to be
Was that useless
There are beaches in New England
is that so surprising
Are either of us normal

Abstraction is all possibility

Because specificity is boring

And we all [            ] what that particular

particular

means anyway.

I mean. Thank you. Otherwise. For those journeys.

They didn't/ need/ to/ go/ anywhere you/ know/.