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Monday, September 27, 2021

Bernadette Mayer yet again

 

Incandescent War Poem Sonnet

Even before I saw the chambered nautilus 
I wanted to sail not in the us navy 
Tonight I'm waiting for you, your letter 
At the same time his letter, the view of you 
By him and then by me in the park, no rhymes 
I saw you, this is in prose, no it's not 
Sitting with the molluscs & anemones in an 
Empty autumn enterprise baby you look pretty 
With your long eventual hair, is love king? 
What's this? A sonnet? Love's a babe we know that 
I'm coming up, I'm coming, Shakespeare only stuck 
To one subject but I'll mention nobody said 
You have to get young Americans some ice cream 
In the artificial light in which she woke

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