Bob Marcacci



†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ridiculous



††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† to think

††††††††††††††††††††† there is order in it†††††††††††† there is nothing

of the sort†††††††††††††† that one by one

†††† revelation of inklings†††††††††††††† words

††† ††††††††††††††††††you say nothing too clear

†††††††††††††††††††††††††† we tend the magnificent†††††††††††††† me and you

††††††††††††††††††† all built up to mean things

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† to each other

†††††††††††††††† †††††††††††††††not even things

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† really just words for it

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† we only meet in darkness

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† what do we make of it†††††††††††††† i call

this conversation†††††††††††††† questions

is the poet loved more†††††††††††††† or does

she love mostly†††††††††††††† from the crawl-space

†††††† below the very ocean or some

†††† blued deep couch

††††††††††††††† spread in the shellfish and starfish




††† there is no one to talk to



††††††††† you can hear where



†††††††† they escape from you



†††††† in the dominating thoughtless

††††††††† collage of it



††††† the words they said



whatare you madeof

††††††††† paper-bird













my heartin a world too hard


†† to be useful i demand

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† tearswater†† me

††††††††††††† float on grief

††††††††††††††††† condescending bobber

††††††††††††††† put here†††††††††† there

††††††††††††††† ††††††stuck on the moon


††††††††††† i donít knowif i am

††††† my onlyinfluence













†† nod to a sort of groggy



you and your



square area that defines






we knew we were



nice to meet you



small prize i keep



trouble being



all questions



there were three



i am almost



there he is and he smiles




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