Yearly Archives: 2007

locked out

The moon is shining in my eyes I can tell because the kid at the end of the alley suddenly washes out and I’m awake again. Now the rest of the night lies around me like a fetid swamp: I … Continue reading

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slush

Waterlogged snow is just too much: in its gray-tinted form it’s known as slush; even in white it’s a terrible burden: just push it and lift it before it can harden into a compound that’s not very nice: a procrastinator’s … Continue reading

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The poet doesn’t get it

He comes upon me halfway between dark and light and stirs the stew bringing up tasty morsels potato onion carrot celery and rotten stinking beef I can’t understand the putrefaction; I cook with only the finest roots and rotting stinking … Continue reading

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