Quote of Today
Does it really matter who said it?
Fucking get back. I have cut
the white paper gasket
out of the apple. Yes,
it’s a seed packet
like the wife’s whalebone jacket
ruling the fat lamps of the orient.
The faint straight lace of it,
sounds.
Ashes and wormwood
in a brand drawer.
The horses’ testicles tossed
into straw for the cats.
Was it not mad John Clare—-
that night, and it mad, last night Clare saying
it was a sound
going off in his head. A main mast snapping.
The man standing next to you hears it.
Suddenly you’re naked running through pasturage
like a woman’s hair.
