Type
Poetry

(next to nothing)

the money printers
showed up

hadn’t seen anyone
for months
maybe everyone
was broke by now

couldn’t know

what kind
of system
is this

our desires
battered
by empty shelves

these are the people
who used to laugh
at Moscow GUM

Interpassive
&
flattened
by repetition

a languid scroll
elides
donate now
to help beirut

maybe now
you can
begin
to care

minimalism
hides so much
weirdness
if you want
to get away with it

the interstices
the nearest thing
to nothing

what to produce
from a language
always insinuating
rationality?

(not a snicker
nor a smile)

spitting chips
into what
for what?

wait a minute

what about
faking
a collective

two faced
&
turning
on a debit card

 

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Pam Brown is a practised professional amateur. Her latest book is Home by Dark (Shearsman 2013). She has been a contributing editor for various magazines including, from 1997–2002, Overland, and is currently editing ten booklets for Vagabond Press – the ‘deciBels’ series.

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