they were on sale

I have muffins, too many muffins
I've been eating them
so they don't get stale
this morning i wanted eggs
I wanted honeydew and
some milk but i ate
muffins and now
i'm queasy and in bed
worrying about my muffins
and what to do with them
do you want some muffins?

preparations

Edit: This poem appearing in This Magazine, July 2008

cosmos, etc.

in the casino on saturn i feel retired.

my arms are gashes,

absences. climbing up a tower of

pleather-plush stools, I fold and unfold

vertically. gravity?

saturn? my vocal cords project into space

infinitely. the casino

is brightness and flashes and noiseless

and lacking air.

here hold this frayed wire

Edit: This poem appearing in This Magazine, July 2008

c squared

Edit: This poem appearing in This Magazine, July 2008

(three concrete poems by bpNichol)

"Love", later titled "Blues"

.

"Probable Systems 15"

"A Study of Context 2: S into H"

There's a reading tonight in Toronto paying tribute to bpNichol. I can't attend for various reasons, so this is my own small tribute.