Poetry Out of a typewriter...#1

by gene fowler

Sitting in a Haight-Ashbury (San Francisco) rented room, looking at a poem I was going to send to anybody...it was fresh out of a pre-Selectric typewriter. No italics, no fancy fonts or even proportional type... . The words, the felt phrasing, ...these did it or it didn't get done. You hoped for a "listening" reader. Or you just hoped. Well, we're out on another frontier. So...here goes! Just the words and the felt phrasing... .


ADAM

                             "Adam
sinned not by apple but by eating
                  anything but light"
                   --Robert Kelly


It's juices waken my mouth

Vibration from a breaking skin
ringing in my skull.


Call it sin, this move
beyond light,


or a slowing down or whatever,


this great matching of velocities.

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