Saturday, February 19, 2022

Dale Smith


 
 

Dale Smith, Anselm Berrigan, San Francisco



DECEMBER 10, 1999 

                    (for Ed Dorn)

Socratic bullets brain the narrow witted
Charmers and snake oil technicians who
Inherit a new order of human
Progress gripping a bull by the balls
The rambler takes new course among a band
Of star forms stitched in a Far West sky
Above the banks Embarrass to Hugh's Town
Brokers Dellianaires and other dis-
Possessed post-industry clerks eyes blurred
On pixeled screens' obital pages
Ashes spread high in rocky mountains
Fuck it, it feels like a hole in the sky
Yellow pages selling Amazons
Dot com confident triumphant win-win



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