Be rid of the face in the room now.

Sweet clown, they promise

and do not do it;

 

they can’t pull it out. Go think

about it, kisses received from

here in the mountain with him gone

 

are as slurry in a gallon pail,

are a thin suspension ferried southeast

into the town from the summit

 

in a spirit of devotional commerce

and labour. The material rips from the frame.

Straight pins of stars and the blanked vector lines.

 

 

 

 

July 24, 1981, near Novokuznetsk, midday, little to no damage.