1
hage
hgio
ah geo
geo yew yes o
orgean ey io wore
age hey are be we ah o o yu a ge age age age
hge hagio
io hage, io worria
grae physi
ho ay ag e yu her ah we
o o yeh
2
hate to tell the saint
has to run away to Saint
Louis for a cigarette
where graphomaniacs
cool out between sets
at the last shore of show
before east winds come blowing
after same wave grabs
on the river rocks's bed
fee for washing, rack,
the length of time sits
like saints upon the levee
of hagiography, grapple
grab, it comes like old wave
of seeing or smoking
but not lit by match
and not lithography
or angel hatred there
(Astrid said her name was a star)
bright length and terraces
bridge rocks and waters
that halo isn't saying hello
that hell is wasting your time
they came and then they left
at length with something left
behind the broken earth
3
(Jerome Rothenberg has a blog)
