Just an amusing deadpan with eyes stuck in wire
chased by simple shapes spirals, thin blue lines
what really is to be said what to make hidden
that hasn't been scooped to enable revelation
by steam shovels. All this talk of subjects and authors
on the deck won't change that, an impending death
or anything else for a politics steeped in splinters.
If you want to be dignified, there's no reason to be a poet. I mean it's the
most undignified thing in the world, other than the person who hands out towels
in the Turkish bath.
-- Jack Spicer
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