Image borrowed from Bing
FLITE TO VICTORIA)))
FLITE. SOMEWHERE NEAR CRAGGY, WHITE, VAST
MOUNT BAKER, at 29,00O feet,
men dressed in black, fire automatic pistols
from industrial railings at figures
below – and one winks at a cute Asian girl.
IT IS THE UNDERTOW OF SAMSARA
draining into a white candle
waiting to be blown out
by the lips
of non-beginning
and never-ending
AND
WE’RE
HAPPY
WITH THAT,
Doctor Marcuse
never
Michael McClure
Posted over on Poems and Poetics
Monday, June 6, 2011
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