peter jerrim

objets trouvés

temple blocks
mounted on nothing
nothing backward

an allegorical
monk song
singing itself, because

then there was a hole
in his chest
as in daylight

as in
my hand
went

through
his
chest

it was the
20th
century, right?

at
close
range

i was next to him
to push him, help him
my hand went

through
you’re not ready for this?
there is a flute

worth
playing
but the wind

takes too long to learn
its infratheme
occluding

or a bolt of cloth
quiet of course
here, now