A poet's biography of course is not everything.
This Time
Once I fell in the ocean when I didn’t know I fell in the ocean
Then Momma got me out This isn’t true
only something I remember Once in the park I broke in half
and lost one half which half I don’t remember
Once I was in a room It grew larger and larger
why I don’t remember One time I turned blue all over
then got clear as glass This really happened
but not to me Once I couldn’t see
for a while so I listened laying down
Another time I looked out the window and saw myself at the window
across the street This time it was me
-Michael Palmer. This Time. 1984.
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