46. Four and Six Only – But Free Extras Thrown in from Lyric & Polis

      excess

(at night I read I was in New York

     apart

  rhythm: Belfast, Brighton, Cork, Paris

   bounces among the angled moving traffic

     back

you don’t really feel like you belong here

                                           pie was scheduled

        now

     sublimation courageously in the hire-car

     then their publications

     were very prettily made

     all

     and and uncertain spirit of chancy indiscretion

        dissonance wasn’t her fault

     resume

      sounds

    more (wish we could all get together some time and really sort things out

     nowhere acts of language

     is nervy and raw

      but

        gluten landscape cleans the blood which matters from the floor

   need the power                   of those marks of imprimatur

                                    his poetry bears

     listen (as if that had ever been

             possible’

      you people we may forego the privilege of

    sick

  know to interest bourgeois students

  know we accidentally became the

       people who love poetry, now?

     is arrested by a fierce pessimism

   won

     free to become an official establishment

          virtually indistinguishable from any other

    musician

troublesome someone of maternity and maturity

     bit of selective decision

    left

   fluid game of sophistic compositional discipline

    how I felt ferocious

       up

         this: the best of these always trouble

if  others

      lonely I would be thrust into grief

            now I didn’t hear a single word of it

          given

   history – where are you taking me

             and for what purpose?

I have no looks but breaks

     resist ritual across the dark to join us

    pain were I there