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The Application Of

what is the name of this world ---
sudden as conscience
right before the guilt which unmans me.
the whole affair is untidy ---
has sexual connotations.

at first, like an absurdity,
a drunken idea. blind ambition.
taste on an old tongue
is not the same ---
no calculus or craft would undo
the dead-fall dreams of autumn,

the trod mired prints
where your life is questioned
like a poor sons rhetorical.
the application of
power-steering to my grave.
an infinite language.


Gregory Farrell

This poem along with his poem 'I Have Tasted The Blood'
appear in the Poetry Journal PGI #5


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