3.27.2009

This disgrace

This disgrace
         awoke from
     fevered pause
                  meanders while
a registered croaking
         a square of sun
       positions involved
astral mission
            after the elegiac
Americanisms in
     the letters of Gregory Corso
O finitude
     (this feels false)
I make like frogs
            from the mud
   creek bed
          resource formed
 with crystalline
     resurgence from
furthest edge of wood

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