the style coined by Gertrude Stein
February 18, 2009
1
Writing it’s like slight movements of the wrist
Parralleled by quakes, quivers, quarks.
From a mound, one of which
Without knowledge collapses dead.
Deflated like a broken heart.
And the Gap lengthens
Over time but neither understand.
Neither comprehend it
Or each other.
2
Ali where are you?
Keep growing, be showing
Your interests posted on your
soul
We know our grabs are in vein
________Blood_________
sniff, pop, twang
Give me my head back
. yogurt
was my first thought
Like a wrench used as a
bludgeon
To mutate in the name of hate
–trade it for a bratwurst
in the name of futility
3
doubt
picking, no hammering
hammering although nothing
NOTHING
is there. There is
nothing is there is
and it persists like a
miner who is too young
to know what he is
mining for.
4
shades of grey
remind me there is no color
only people
only this
5
we pass
saturated in ramparts
doused in insecurity
there’s no blanket
like the one that blankets mortality
