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Tale of sneers (locks from Francesca Wade)

state of calm

neighbors in pajamas

inroad

Virginia saw

the works of Darwin

 

with bags and boxes

in Mecklenburgh Square

exclusion from

tale of sneers and locked doors

completing, sweetening

 

war-terror

it will break the clutch

exactly who

a girl who died

Pound’s mother

on books instead

 

August 1939

obstructed by sandbags

 

widen your narrow

Good fortune to misfortune (rays from Alfred Doblin)

the former cement worker

like fate

 

in convict stripes

sorting, gluing

shoe shops

wall without end

with the summer cluster

soap is

‘he’ll freeze’

the cold all year

in bed at the back

 

offspring, twelve

first the queer, now the reds

Franz says

good fortune to misfortune

this egg whisk

happiness, outcry

always the same sun

 

the Jews on Minx Street

asphalt doesn’t melt in winter

Oblivion waits (teeth from George Orwell)

moth-eaten already

along with 7,000 books

you-be-damned air

moth-eaten already

oblivion waits

as a squirrel holds a nut

rag mats and bedroom slops

this was Flaxman

 

a crawling reverence for money

nasty, ladylike tea shop

 

lived to be 1000

illuminated nothing

would not sit down

cake-scented air

far more

with cold haste

buffalo’s were singing

Flaxman was there

 

‘its no use’

Crook or mystic (two-tones from Leslie Jamison)

finally over too

his name was Joe

 

his parent’s couldn’t

how could a little boy know

skeptical of skepticism

crook or mystic

two spoons

self-concerning

doubts about her doubt

bare winter

who can blame

strained comforters

‘not a party exactly’

his basketball jersey

 

the architecture of possible

some useless god

Don isn’t broken

blue and shameless beyond

not by malice, never that

 

gin should be

beard stubble against my cheek

bonfires and blackouts

constant wanting

no one was clean

the sticky quiet hours

and I lied

fall coats

Sam Cooke

 

creep of pride

never done

didn’t glitter

unconditional love is insulting