'Man eats meat, and he grows fur.'
Vasily Grossman
i fall open
like a book
at its well read
i fall open
like a book
at its well read
& favourite pages
or i try to . . .
or i try to . . .
but everything flows
& i give myself up
to the noise & the not
to the forever & the never
or i try to . . .
& zen nihilism reaches into the drawer
for a hand-me-down no-name kitchen knife
with a shiny handle of pre-plastic resin
&
slices my good ham thin
in a porterhouse dream
or it tries to . . .
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