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"Alpha Images"
A
In the beginning God climbed Louis Zukofsky's pocket step ladder.
B
We see from above she faces east, her bosom of the matriarch.
C
No great mystery, he that rears on one hind leg. Pegasus' hoof print.
D
Alfred Hitchcock as pregnant with the devil as with a certain air.
E
Where is the handle and what hand stuck this pitchfork into a snowbank?
F
Stand it on the moon for a nation of ants, who know not where they live.
G
Balancing a tray with one hand, the other hand poised to pluck the veil.
H
The minimalist's gate to hell and heaven, these corridors of light.
I
Blind to what's ahead, behind, the ego takes this pillar for a name.
J
Take pity on this tattered parasol—too chic for junk or joystick.
K
What looks like a squawk is to the ear a moth or butterfly, clinging.
L
Lest we should deny the etheral we have the hypotenuse.
M
Dragging its belly, a mechanical spider, its nose to the ground.
N
A scene from Up North on a postcard, a timber frozen as it's felled.
O
The rim of the moon. Peephole into an igloo. Shadow of a zero.
P
How you choose to hold it determines the weapon. You may need tweezers.
Q
Might this be the light at the end of the tunnel, the visible path?
R
Head, shoulders, and chest— who's the cameo inside this dressmaker’s bust?
S
Suppose our hero tore the spent fuse from the stick. Say the sound of it.
T
Thought you can't see what road you’re on, the sign ahead reads like calvary.
U
More mind than matter is symmetry's mirror. You should be that lucky.
V
V is for virgin. Whether spread or locked, her legs are the point of view.
W
Symbol of tungsten and the filament itself, its light is the white.
X
North—as if a place as much as idea—four needles pointing there.
Y
This flower has bloomed, become so huge as to dwarf both stem and petals.
Z
Swordplay with air—zip zip zip—stitches which seem a bout to disappear.
—Karl Elder
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