UTOPIC Poem by Claudia Keelan

The press of being/of more than on
Oh Celebrators
the world winding towards nothing/
may I say nothing
Rue de Fleurus
Hope of the pear
Because the is no eating
QUEL Q'UN;
Maintenant, oui there is hope
& Now there is no room for
far away emotion
What is social moves
with delayed hooks
toward compromise

Imagine his head wounds
Oh Christendom
Impresario dying exile
Take notes:
In the wind the dog's cries
are the dying Martin

The emotion away from emotion
a service not a method

A generation slipping nouns
If you say it that way
Noose March Law