All This Time
for Ed Berrigan
Wake up
Feel around for shoes
Sit warm at the wooden table
Write a tower of praises (oblations?)
in cold steel
type
in praise of Ed Berrigan Industries, its massive
sign tilting over
17 Reasons Why
(Now taking off!)
the crypto
liquid metal
skeleton
still shows under
patches of
torn
ankylosaurus
stickers
We once got trapped in Mark’s painted
side shack
illuminations
(Back when Jack held the most titles….
I feel much tractor about things now
(and Selected Poem)
I feel long house
needles point
Icarus shoes
Sloppily painted plates
stapled into a set
A coliseum for playing out music and
poetry’s distortions. A kind of signing off repeatedly,
All this time.
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