For, Or To, Or With Thomas Poem by Alexander Who Speaks With God
For, Or To, Or With Thomas
O poemtry,
O poemtry,
you blood of the grape!
You, man of seventy faces!
Ordinary molecules become
women who are with child
Okay then!
Ironically, or possibly not,
psychosis the tincture
(for? for what?
for who?
for -could it be- you?)
O such concrete square waves
have pulled about the surfers
and the longshoremen,
the octopi of the delicatessen,
the sewage sauce of
semantical chainage
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