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POEM


I, Maximus of Gloucester, to You

BY CHARLES OLSON



Off-shore, by islands hidden in the blood    (why don’t you say what you mean, dude)

                                         jewels & miracles, I, Maximus (could you find another name, please)
                                         a metal hot from boiling water, tell you
                                         what is a lance, who obeys the figures of
                                         the present dance (IF THIS IS SOME SORT OF SEX IMAGE, YOU SUCK)


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the thing you’re after
may lie around the bend
of the nest (second, time slain, the bird! the bird! (no one should talk about mom like that, ahole)
And there! (strong) thrust, the mast! flight (or like tht!!!)

                                                       (of the bird
                                                       o kylix, o
                                                       Antony of Padua
                                                       sweep low, o bless (O O O OMG get me outta here)



the roofs, the old ones, the gentle steep ones
on whose ridge-poles the gulls sit, from which they depart, (how fucking old and boring can yu get)

                                                                      And the flake-racks

of my city! (are you trying to say, dude , that your city stinks of bird shit and rotten fish….cool man)