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30 de agosto de 2010



for Jim Gustafson


Last Words

"That's the way it goes."
"More light, please."
"Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Goodnight, sweet Prince."
"Shut the door on your way out."
"You want I should call you a cab?"

Bill Berkson

30 de agosto de 2009




Salad Spinner

after Francis Picabia

You must grab time by the hair,
couple subconscious helixes
in the space of a secret.

You must tickle the improbable
and believe in the impossibility
of crossroads.

You must learn to suspend
ten grams of white, five grams of black
in hopes of true scarlet.

You must know how to fall from below
to favor the zenith
of mornings to the manner born.

You must love the four mouths
floating around the silky doubt
of dead assumptions.

Bill Berkson