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This is the final poem that appears on Archipelago.org from the summer of 2006. It is untitled.
somewhere in the city my lost hour is
moving with briefcase towards the coast
you my love elsewhere
a fine burning and cooperating with…
How strange to hear a voice so unlike yours
Not a command
Tomes like yours
I do not love it as I love you
I suppose this is the error of rotation
the page discounted
that here the center
there the extremity
Yellow tag
and always the smell of water leaving the spider’s web
it has therein no smell
And again there is abandonment
the way we eat
and always ties into the line
the waste
the ferris
and mistrust