Aught, no. 7 (2001)
Tom Hibbard
Gesshom
Assent 27
only midnight has thoughts
here come the two dolphins
midnight is prize pigheaded
arriving too early for everyone
utter lack of references
reenacting the contractions of Formosa
to do a service as before
superficial criteria
clean the unleased debris
we should be guided by
unconsumed traffic tickets
that in several years could supplant
leaving us unarmed
civil rights set fire to the lean-tos of criminality
October War Memorial
straggling crowds, small fair
going up a hill to downtown
inspired by epicurean reminders
not to take anything with me
denying oneself is accepting oneself
we waited to get rid of
the room numbers of the air
randomness takes care on the last day
I despise ambiguity
bolstered by the two-edged sword
of Adrammelech and Anamelech
weary faces of train stations
exotic driving
the chronic blaring might be better
have we really changed
sometimes I need to ask why
I haven't taken out the birth-panged pills
of untrammeled Ridgeway
breakdowns can't be prohibited by law
are negligible washtub shifts
troubles of political freedom
quibbling unceasingly
about how could I be so stupid
I didn't capitulate to
odd condescension
having to circumvent my own ways
to pull out these darts
commotion has no cleverness
the grave print shop put into otter language
I feel badly for doing in
the fresh odor
of weeks and weeks of dissipation
I worked so hard for
words stand or fall by themselves
according to inner criteria
I don't disagree that no one is trying
should I just overlook vestments of oil leaks
perhaps it would improve
if I were eager to smite
long ago I talked about this
if I said I didn't then I would be like you
because you did know
the warehouses were full
for years you said you didn't
don't let them off
why is it that you fail to punish criminals
why is it that you hire and promote them
the cruelty is larger than I
I leave it to you to decide which is which
what should I do to bide my time
until you know
I am behind you wholeheartedly
I share your fidelity
your well-fed desire for revenge
what I entrusted to you
brought me gangs of weightiness
we should not spend nuclear energy
that needs chain reactions
to pay the small price of misery
uses ribbons bottle caps
how long has it been
they devour your pension
as though they have never seen anything
like the things it shows
intoxicated by it
can't get enough of it
can't get it away
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