BOMB PUPIL, draft two, May 16, 2011


bystanders   --   approach  misleads: open city at blast-divit
Chieti -- i can brusk you -- busk you -- by   pollinating  core bas-relief
Sandusky --  the verbal  fleece -- how alive you seem, but hardly
uncommon -- a juliette, or  side  view

a destiny  curtailed
i  cannot stay not forever



Whale Jaw.  A photograph
of Jehovah, a weak invention, monastic
lack of
sex radiation plump
make a Lion-Man.  


how  poorly we lament
when the tide goes out -- naive & good --
suburban.  Yet there’s a bomb
on the sidewalk.  Midafternoon.


used patience
danger kennel

the dogs in Heathrow Airport
licking the feet
of the vagabond
security line

my grandmother
spilt her perfume
all over Terminal B

oil makes the airplanes
Olivia Oil
Airplane Oil
Petroleum

proximity of place

the den of knives

i grabbed my letter opener
& headed for
the slow revolt

i’d like to be alone
but not without
fire buds
pupils

usury

at the obtuse level