My favorite Kenny Goldsmith poem
Rest
A sort of circumstance
Turning vengeance into red
Looking
Assuring people
Audiences changed without
fright
High lamps and annoying flashes
Tumbles written with
balance
Looking grass
A mist
An east of deserts
A blaze
Ceremonies changed outside vengeance
Water
Like an expense
Dark
A competition of
competitors
Sheer tricks and mournful fortunes
English citizens and
sorrowful torments
[Kenneth Goldsmith, Issue 1]
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