A Michael McClure Poem
Dark Meat
In COVER Magazine October, 1995
1.
THERE'S
A
SIGH
of relief
from
WHOEVER
I
am
NOW
a deep
BREATH
2.
WHOEVER
ER
I
AM
I
am
not
just
meat
in
the
dark
3.
IN
this
dark
meat
is
no
light
at the
edge
O
F
NOWHERE
here
no
here
4.
IN
SIDE
out
side
six
trillion
STARS
squared
to
old
velvet
fingers
5.
THE TER
RIBBLE
self
hangs
on
lean
ing
out
of
past
finger / star
clusters
6.
It's
O.
K.
faces
stop
like
sighs
in
the dark
relief
of
no
where
7.
EV
ER
WHO
terrible
faces
spasms
demi
spasms
re
liefs
by Michael McClure