weights, the pros and cons



tragedy ends in a gowns pocket, they say, one calls, another answers, but its silent slippers. do you know how to feed the dead? the answer whispers, knowing pointblank past a half dark transition; snap’s lautreamont at noon, mallets collected; inspired by oedipal questions then . . . offers the sphinx; even wings of angels have claws. this was significant, this is a christian bernard kind of fashion. a bizarre length only christian bernard possessed. end corners only christian bernard collected. grand feelings, announcing dead leafs. apologies indifferent to the limbs, feeble fingers between brutal neon; on and off, anchoring christian bernard to a preference, at best a collector’s edition, that gives nothing away, leaving weights of pros and cons to indifference.