Jerome Rothenberg

FECKLESS WITH DISGUST

All erasure of pain Is like the contrary of Dust that weighs Dark in my lungs When I am Feckless with disgust. I stroke & poke My loins before They tighten. My feet stomp

I WILL NOT EAT MY POEM

I kill for pleasure Not for gain. A man much more Than you my hands Find knives & flash them. I am guilty In my works While in their eyes I seek redemption. I

I VENT MY WRATH ON ANIMALS

I came alive When things went Crazy. I pulled the plug on The reports of Sturm & drang When someone Signaled I Left open What I Could not close. I broke a Covenant that

A MISSAL LIKE A BONE

Link by link I can disown No link.(R. Duncan) I search the passage Someone sends & find a missal Like a bone. My hands are white with sweat. I lay my burden down The

I EXCEED MY LIMITS

I have tried an altenstil & dropped it. My skin is blazing, Blazing too The way I see your faces In the glass. With the circle of the sun Behind me I exceed my

I AM NOT A NATIVE OF THIS PLACE

I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.) Nor yet a stranger. With the rst of you I hunt for shade My boots half off To let the air through. My head is