No Longer Very Clear

(an Ashbery erasure poem)

      I no longer

                           remember

when we

                           walked in

sunlight

                 A daisy

                               a witness

keeps it

                 all

                               the same

  vast, antique

                               statues

                               like engines

  blue

           cold

           So I fantasize

                                    doing time

  the blue room

  the shape

                   of everyone

                   I should have

                   waited for.

from “Can You Hear, Bird”