(for a cut-up by Nico Vassilakis, posted April 21)
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truncation dislocates a smoking jacket...
a half open interior will have to serve as the head...
I imagine it addressing a fourth wall, but that isn't my position...
in a phase of crumpling, the viewing room's entrance is out of reach...
eyes hungry for outside views feed off a screen there...
the room attendant is also there, but he is so-o over it…
if a clown in cloud-clothes appears, something amazing will follow...
an ecstatic Alan Ginsberg-figure has gotten to his feet;
now he's breaking into a dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem