MACHINE
“The autonomous logico-fantastic machine is something I like insofar as (and if) it serves some real need: the need to enlarge the sphere of what we can imagine, and to introduce into our limited range of choices “absolute rejection” by means of a world thought out in all its details according to other values and other relationships.” Italo Calvino
you must have
read this poem yesterday
or maybe you are
planning
to read it
tomorrow
stop me before
I ramble on erroneously:
you may well
have read the poem
today
already
perhaps
you are ahead of me
just how it is
how this machine works:
nature of the game
it could be stone-cold fact
that you
are always ahead of me
maybe you read it
when I was undressed
might have told me
I would have dressed
smartly for you
or gone all Lagerfeld
dressed
to kill
but what use seduction
when I may
well
be dead already?
what use
putting pedal to the metal
linguistically speaking
upping the ante
so that
my words
might touch you well?
you read this poem tomorrow
you read this poem
how things at
that moment dictated
everything
and
short of signalling every cue
or clue
nothing I could do
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