Poems
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morning thaws
our incoherencies into
puddle
streams
roll up your sleeves
stagger the breaths
into stranded desire
runs on empty.
The linga as form
of formlessness, that
fear to hand over
the symbolon always
already broken, the
jagged edge look
like hell warmed over
look for its other jaggedness
the broken klipoth
the
autopoetic path
self regulating
coming in your own mouth
ourobouros
creation swallowed
for the other, the gasp
in
between you and me
something unknown
a self that is not
so that the one I grasp
could be
the elf of someone’s self.
The France Issue
Summer 2010
Poems
Pierre Joris
Pierre Joris is a poet, translator, essayist
& anthologist. He has published over forty books, most recently
Aljibar II (poems,