To her, he is the perfect specimen of time and place,To himself, he is too close to something very wrong. Halfway home she remembers the bracelet in the kitchen,draped on the stained wood chair – she closes the window.I hate these damn boots.
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Short Poem No.19
Dripping, she said, and stalactitesor stalagmites, which ones go up?then, near the beach, on a benchcovered in pigeon poo, the green maskswere painless mistakes.Bottle of water, bottle of beer.
Short Poem No.18
Ten thousand monkeys and one key to paradise,they found bones and a toolbeside the water fountainburied in the hip of a mountain the night’s rain had washed awaya faint rainbow in the sun. Beer bottles and a kiss, two deliberate strangersplan a meeting for the man climbing in the window fromthe black metal fire escape … Continue reading Short Poem No.18
Short Poem No.17
Ten thousand now, falling faster, the second you stared, the first time she doubted the Stanton Island Ferry, homeward bound, the sea and a pale white bird. She was not happy. I knowit’s not me, only what I could have grasped if I’d set my mind to humanity instead of this secret mind talk and … Continue reading Short Poem No.17
Short Poem No.16
Delineate timingin the backer of the legislationis the strategy of a housecoat, Fishmongers and watershed, steeplejack bobbies, the ferris whelp goes around the armistice young lagoon In lingo
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