Barry Schwabsky

Decus et Tutamen

Head wide under rusted flowers

can’t commit but war may change your mind

love knows only love

so leave philosophy under the mattress

oxygen body, chemical music

or decomposition

so catch (as catch can)

the snow on your lip

an underlying grid structure: lace

in a station somewhere in the wilderness

years pass, too late for me

I heard its glow

sipped the milk of the instant

baby eyesore

calamitous sun

we should not abandon ourselves

collections of pearls, ashes, tears

of carnivorous paint

the gap between me and the air

the idea that eats us

intensified with my name

I’ll send your little friends up

a voluntary accident

someone doesn’t know as lettered coinage.

 © Barry Schwabsky

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