Jessie

You know how sometimes you get those incomperhensbile pieces of spam in the mail? This one was a poem I recieved this past August. I'd replied back to sender, asking about it, but the e-mail bounced back. I haven't really figured it out...

from: carolin roanna
subject: jessie

Covering the land-
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
How can they get the point of how a world
Away from their profundity of surface.
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Glimmering of light:
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Escapees from the cold work of living,
Away from their profundity of surface.
Blurring the terrain,
He is harsh, dismal, ice-that is, exiled;
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
Summer bees were saying
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white