Little War Machine
Yeats wrote, "Words alone are certain good." Read Sarki and experience that truth.
Sarki's big. Can clean my clock with time left over. The man asks me for a word, I give the man a word—after or otherwise. He's a stone mason, right? Whereas Lish is not even a leaflifter. Tell you what. Go back and try every damn one of them again. If they start to make sense, as in common or good, then I say they fail. But if you stay stumped, regard yourself as blessed. What we can figure out in the world we don't need. What we can't can, could, might save your life.
Like a stone.
Pal, there is genius in a stone.
And in no sense.
Hey, you think the annulling of reason such a cinch?
Go look at the lives of the true masons!
Clods of Dirt, Clumps of Grass
These inches meld
as cricks across
my land. Two
A facade of
When a Portion Remains
Her gait leads