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  Poem (People are appearing) New people are appearing in front of me And I think about possible colors for a new Sweatshirt. Midnight blue? That way I can Walk in the night and be one with the uni- verse. I’d better roll up my pant legs. I like the way that guy over there is clutching  His iPhone like a Jedi wand. But this an airport and now I notice his name is Keith Usher and he. Has a badge and must Be security, or something like that . By the way I am disgusted with open carry Laws, which sure don’t make me feel safe. Au devoir to the islands.

  poem (Provincetown) I woke up this morning and the clouds were a painting. One by Magritte, not Constable As you might expect for this Part of the land. Du Champ Thought the most beauteous Thing was a shovel! A little Poodle prancing . Every one Is always meeting someone This of course is probably Not true. The antenna has no Awareness of the TV set below.  Or the reverse. Rene Char just Passed through surrealism Said Camus. Coincidently.

  Poem (Spiritual Investigations) There were some freshly cut lines from Baudelaire, Run off but ringing our button’s filagree. As in the flesh, we never tire of, but flashing Like signals for approaching jets Like windows in which lights are being turned on And off at spectacular speed announcing A murder within. The truth of spelling is all We can rely on. Syntax is arrangement Is there always arrangement? The list Is like sentence only spiritual Betterment is only the unknown as if A curtain was blowing out the French door. The physical is flying, will practice ensure That darkness in the piano is warming  

Poem (propylene) Like the tiny sky when a cupboard opens Like an anteater shutting it’s mind off The mind effloresces orange, like The inner life my tickling enlightenment, My glass eye breaks. Enticement to trips, To heaven are caught up in in billows,  While the cows are still standing, the mud Flats abandoned, particularly. No method Seems necessary when everyone’s trans cendant. Stronger than a pachysandra We must be a field of tall wavy grass. But then think of the harvest.