~ a sampling
Cover art by Wayne Hogan
The people of my native village
have changed after many years,
but at the gate
of plum blossoms remains.
translated by Dennis Maloney and Hide Oshiro
before the tree became pencils
here comes another one
The Library of Why
The shelves are empty.
Jungle of drainpipes round sink & tub.
Smell of Cockroach Bomb #49.
Hate is the windows nailed shut.
Radio advertisements that correspond
to products on kitchen shelf
generate their containers with New Energy.
The BMT subway under Fourteenth Street
silently vibrates the tenement,
and then an air hammers opens up on Avenue C.
Like the Consolidated Edision barricades say:
DIG WE MUST
W. T. Ranney
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finding the forest
I was supposed
to have been
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