Thursday, January 12, 2012

Tony Mancus

i want to make my mind a map

hear the places
you can no longer find

here all the residual
liner notes
etched trees
never bear fruit

their seasonal whispers
an adding machine

how products
turn into things

they were always before always

when the bulbed light
exploded over and over

hiding in all the places
the drawn up trees made

only so much silver
out of paper paper paper

their lining was safe
i can not repeat
where you no longer find me

and here are all the fruits
borne of etchery

fruit trees made pap
but their whispers in ways

--it kills you to eat
products turning into the things they were

i want to make a machine
adding up all the dates

i cannot repeat
only so much silver lining is safe.


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