749
two poems
adrift
a
page is an idea
make
my own waves
am
decided to be
I
am constantly making
work
for myself
there's
enough of everything
to
begin
believing
in this how-much
slave
of a truth
I'm
to be
so
many marks
left
under
gone
I
must be making them now
the
self
and
its steam
runs
out
hooray
merry go round
Senora
pilasina
Voulez-vous
le taximeter?
Le
zionta su la seata
Tu
la tu la tu la wa
--
Chaplin
who's
spinning?
it's
the leaf
down
twirl
it's
stars
must
be music
there
are seasons and sun
run
alongside
all
the wheels in the world
mustn't
go under
and
why not this head?
today's
the day inventing
somersault
(have
a go at backwards)
in
a particular nextness
the
clock
and
slosh
(pub
full of goss)
drive
around around
lion
and the unicorn
must
be
let's
face the music
and
dance
dance
let's
face the music
and
dance
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