The poet redirected my likeness. She said, "Not his decadence, which is a question." "Time," she said, declining his epidemic. As if serrated, initiatives lost modernity: aura reared up although bracketing pages in comparative matters. "What time is it?" "Perspectivism." Which is a question. As if serrated, "as if" bracketing pages. And time again, the timing of a wrecking ball— Which is an overture.
From In the Futurity Lounge by Marjorie Welish. Copyright © 2012 by Marjorie Welish. Reprinted with permission of Coffee House Press. All rights reserved.