& I the magic in her stew
the north whine abundantly
saccharine to the chew
old stairs like all the majesty
was theirs
to take a lark
or flare largely malingering
adipose aversions
went right out the finnetre
into the bowl
where deceit is not known
& the dumb dance in delight
in the roar of the
"If .Gif Were a Place," Charles Bernstein
posted by Brad Larcen 9/21/2000[edit]
