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codeE
19 May 2005, 10:42 PM
Oblivious! Now hush.
For bamboo saxophones,
the pentacle of people, steepled!

...quiet...he...

one of them spoke, joked, no joke
this man-point is four real,
he speared the target,
hard it, made a crunch
ing sound, astound, it steers
the conversation, down
to die a little while,

...he?...

then heat on high,
backfrom cold file, it died
a little while, it died
in single file
then it came back, a four-mouthed attack
then back around, the words of
four
a bore, this slow assault
on sanity
how could bamboo saxes
ever be?

kuranes
20 May 2005, 06:46 AM
Nice rhythm to it. Do you like Wallace Stevens?