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ISBN 0-9728200-2-7
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Contents
Deadly Pollen
1. 'ZIONISM:'
2. 'You return to the stupa, yearly,'
3. 'The stones collected. Ground'
4. ' "With digital, there is no past," '
5. 'How is it the floating island'
6. 'Mediocre raiders lie in wait.'
7. 'Time passes - that pressure in'
8. 'Hugely, our indifference squats -'
9. 'Circuit; right hand wise,'
10. 'If streets had cobblestones'
11. 'A Public Works draughtsman'
12. 'Pyrrha, your dewy hair,'
13. 'The flames above the wall,'
14. 'Once cradle of civilization -'
15. 'Forty thousand tons. Space'
16. 'A giallo antico moon framed'
17. ''The Breaking of Nations' '
18. ''A line is taking a full-stop'
19. 'Buildings off the crustal shelf,'
20. 'Generalization of Old World'
21. 'CEOs in castles cascade'
22. 'Footprints for satellites?'
23. 'Is recollection seeing anew,'
24. 'So. Earth's most dramatic'
25. 'I wanted to reach my hand into'
26. ' 'Your breasts in the mirror,' '
27. 'Alcatraz not Minoan ruins.'
28. 'Do words bring to mind flat'
29. 'Serpent-backed bridge profiled:'
30. 'One quadrant of sky turns,'
31. 'Barrel of the sun, gun-wad,'
32. 'Rubbed off sky exposes an'
33. 'The day combustible as a'
34. 'Compression of bees,'
35. 'Scent makes the air visible,'
An Actual Encounter With The Sun On
My Balcony At France Street
Deadly Pollen
ZIONISM:
to carry forward the cultural gene -
O bright-lit destiny of the chosen!
The child's bouncing ball lands in mud
on the other side of the wire;
footsteps are paradoxical in a minefield.
His heart ticks fast as a metal detector,
slowly, the yellow ball rolls to a stop.
Proposition: to advance onto ancestral
territory, or return into gentle, familial lands,
a footfall journey backward. His eye
shrinks the land to desert.
*
You return to the stupa, yearly,
to seek your return. You wish to
come back as forest deer but
that deer is extinct. The stupa is a rock
upon which your dreams founder,
yearly, - you return that which
you do not have. Meanwhile, in the
West, under ragged skies and beneath a
hundred spires no longer dreamt of -
attendance comes tumbling down;
each stone, unturned, in an emptied
space within a space caved under.
*
The stones collected. Ground
levelled and swept. The f
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