POINTS ON THE GRID
George Bowering
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4. The People Nearing
AND NO NOBODY WILL UNDERSTAND
what it is I’m doing
here in the heat of the singing.
I am wearing shorts & socks
and I see the hair on my legs
and I hear the crazy people singing
I am caught in a deadlight
between you and them
because I cant say it
caught by the pressing conclave
of all that is not objects
real to touch
AND MY PENPOINT DISPENSES marks
of reality making the tracks of a blind listener
I need to touch your ankle
to know yes she steps her weight on this
all the rest is poetry
yes she skiis on the water
Christ
is watching from the boat
——NO THAT IS A DIVERSION!
and the clock is ticking loud
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