Michael Palmer

 

      Tomb of Baudelaire

At the end of the bridge is a state of prison. Then 
it goes back into my throat drying my throat. 

Miracle of Sicilian weeping. Bleeds in one of his many 
dreams. 

He announced that he was about to give a free ‘poetry 
suicide'—a free ‘poultry recital.' Everyone be- 
lieved him. 

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At the end of the bridge is a state of prison. A 
voyage will hide itself in your heart, bleeding from the  
left eye, the organ of sight. A voyage will hide 
itself in someone unfamiliar like a heap of salt. 
Mingled with the ordinary blueness would be waves of 
foreheads shaped like cups. 

She thought he could hear her. 

To dance is to live. 

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Calm and order of an autumn sky. At the end of a 
bridge is the state of prison, voyage of eye and  
throat full of the fear of night. Then all of winter 
will enter like a red block, or like the calm and 
order of an autumn sky.