The

move away from close reading often

got drowned in the

bathwater, even if we could never find the baby.

Charles Bernstein, Me and My Pharaoh…

Poem I

Life’s more than the night of nations in figures. He who breathes the most might live a thousand days.

Poem II

Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Where. Gone.
Where. Come.

Poem III

Ask. Teach me how to sleep late. Numberless.
Seal’d.

Poem IV

Dear lad. Spring. Spring. Spring. Morning. But winter. Evening. Told.

Poem V

I tell you this. And for what good reason. Clay,
way, day, slay. Die, eye, lie, by.

Poem VI

Ah. The name. Heart and heart are the same. Know why.

Poem VII

My prayer. How smooth, erect, sweet, and gentle. Central.

Poem VIII

Vista. Boom. So now it is.

Poem IX

Sing. Drink. And drink.

Poem X

Blue pencil empire.

Poem XI

Note. No matter.

Poem XII

Smile like milk dim with flowers.

Poem XIII

Colour shoots. Pomp white.