The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

June 18, 2009


from the glacier of the throbbing landscape when i returned
i knew i comprehended the Subtle melting of Technologies

tottering and wobbling, teetering and shuddering
where are the grounds and levels of fields of play, sex, and war

pulled carts and midday heat on down the dusty road
already the shadows burrow, bury rumors of historiography

tongue of the glacier throbs, hustles, retreats
midday heat drags the sex out of everything

mouth filled with ice and travails of steam
caressing tongue, tipped skin, marshland landscape toppling

oh where have you gone with everything
and when are you coming with everything

oh when are you coming with everything
and where have you gone and where have you gone

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