Maurice Burford

sometimes I walk that empty room I leave from

Japan’s oldest giant would        sigh and loaf

did silence the crane and the sneak

like bay pandas make a bright and reddish

only loose in your        list and will choose

I don’t need rockets, Applebees, the hearth

as in        paper        world        mix        up

as in        fucked up Hamlet with stuffed birds

trying on the size of        sometimes I walk

to the sound of        that empty room

there is a hole        I leave from

how horse races are like a disguise

to wear my frame        inside the sizes of gates

in the empty bowl of a has been        I        am the Librarian

Posted 04/27/09