This poem is taken from PN Review 212, Volume 39 Number 6, July - August 2013.
from 'Reactor Red Shoes'
Where do the old songs go
where does the shine stain
but parting finds a scupper
as sets the brittle into reds
the like of which turn or fall
or falling turn to the leftist
assimilation of litotes upon
this brisk and humble collet
the drill chuck for modellers
and hobbyists of enamelling
in our Byzantine workshops
I'll be alazon to your eiron
here's the floor, now dance
beneath the smelter, beneath
the tawdry moon, beneath
the we'll meet again clouds;
...
where does the shine stain
but parting finds a scupper
as sets the brittle into reds
the like of which turn or fall
or falling turn to the leftist
assimilation of litotes upon
this brisk and humble collet
the drill chuck for modellers
and hobbyists of enamelling
in our Byzantine workshops
I'll be alazon to your eiron
here's the floor, now dance
beneath the smelter, beneath
the tawdry moon, beneath
the we'll meet again clouds;
...
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