an electric lectern and
tweed davenports
bathed in the glow of
tautology
*
some flashing blue din results
beige simulacra
tin TV dinners
four syllables
[ pertaining to plasticity ]
*
that should have been seven
the latter line
now like the former… five
you reply: “nothing”
*
I say: “two breaths scraped by sound”
meaning resides
there, much as exit
is the entrance
*
[ let’s say you hide a mirror in a bush ]
alright that
time it was ten
savage mistake
bailed order form
continuum
*
“hide a mirror in a bush”
return later
“look here’s a mirror”
“
nothing’s been found”
*
“designate now, then, white fields
between nothing
and anything”
he’ll tell Los
*
latex eardrums at the lectern
puffing breath
at the gavel they buff
hammers with robes
*
a high-zoom surveillance cam
above the flag
halves the image
from the hammer
*
this place is as much elsewhere’s
infinite echo
imaging the ground
splicing space
