Wednesday, September 16, 2015

PHOBOS AND DEIMOS

But—Mr. Williams, 
what? if

the world!
is so much more—than things

after all; so much— 
more

might depend upon 
the way

all the dumb 
stuff
is arranged. 

The pecking order—of, say

first—stay 
alive,

next—get 
satisfied,

then after that—try as best you can 
to go back

to feeling 
real again—as if

flicking 
back and forth 
like some 

desperate-
ly thirsty 
and fire-eyed

cloth bit of 
moth on the 
planet Mars—just feels more 

like pure 
pattern-making, like pure rhythm 
than melody. Tell me;

does it ever 
occur? to old Patterson—that 
the content 

of suffering 
or reward 

doesn't matter 

nearly as much—as does
the constant

and incessant—
contrast between the goddamn two of them.

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