Thursday, February 15, 2007

Two Poems from Eric Baus

To The Sound

It's always turning 12:34. The pain in "The pain in my sheets won't go away" won't go away. It's always turning. I can feel the tuning in The, the actual overheard A. It's always the same time, the same tone, the same room I'm turning away from. I'm turning away from my sheets again, tuning to A. If I turn away from my sheets, I have no evidence. I have no evidence.

Reverse Mercury

It is best to enter the station at 200 feet above sea level. Disregard the music of the tundra. If turbines dot the omitted plains, omit the. Omit the city's tinted view. Nothing inside a good song looks like snow.

--Eric Baus

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