Poetic Justice

The elephant appears without the slightest indication
that he is demanded.

An infinite inappropriateness.

Continually learning.

It was simply a series I didn't care for.

Small cupolas.

A numbered pairing.

Trail off.

Invasion of space.  Name of cigarette.

You can tell at any time.  I get up for breakfast.
You feel it is impossible to continue.

Terrible tedium.


Some snoring.

& regardless of their relation or that we were in some ways unnatural.

Possible pictures.

"So in what sense...?"


(Charles Bernstein, "No title." Poetic Justice. Baltimore: Pod, 1979. 27.)