October blue and faded
past the Saratoga Pass
into the siren
between me and the island.
It blue and then it red.
The confusion despair
of submission
and publisher rakes,
inconsequence awaiting grace,
but automatic vision,
you...Yeats...
and fingertips taped
don't feed the saintless
and his little broken
pressings.
past the Saratoga Pass
into the siren
between me and the island.
It blue and then it red.
The confusion despair
of submission
and publisher rakes,
inconsequence awaiting grace,
but automatic vision,
you...Yeats...
and fingertips taped
don't feed the saintless
and his little broken
pressings.