wanting
fortune and men’s eyes (... depth, a sculptured Ryman canvas) he imagined
the big bang must have eclipsed auspiciously, the secret diagram
smiles fixating on sermons (only A. would know) [laughter and bad lands] – hendiadys
uncaged giant hits – “is this your husband? ! ” Of course lips pulse, the ring wearing one too – birthday, hockey... “score! ”
when Apollo eleven landed, executive overflow caused alarm, an “a” was dropped, and the first imprint left a wavy flag, and they did.
whoever brought him an apple and tea did not know they aren’t good for anyone – it’s like a spot of rain on a empty canvas
that is remembered
and he sat on a lake bench ([ A. could say it]) piercing
the air for an escape, a voiced illusion. A fifty cent return
on twenty (could be legal, shouldn’t be) sent to the dead-letter office,
cold over the blind store owner, cheapening deals. He watched astronauts
in fantastic slurs
and left the remainder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem