Tuesday, October 25, 2011

3 poems || Keith Higginbotham


Boot Hemingway
Big shit [patches backwards
portholes in

an improvement]

……………
accumulate some book
times.

The market koala
flutes
bare-footed to;
up a sleeve’s
manuscript the

question hypnotized [underwater the

concierge].




Maimed Envisions O
His dollar’s lounge coughs
his of new antelopes
copying;

back in strange, wreckage phantom yet
the not career will

like and
”; like / buddy enough would [like
anthology—settled

charges: and psychic bouncer] the
hotel

an infinity casino I
greet capsize—a reined
heart; that
sharks this be: and

nozzle.




©) Itemized
fucked.
marlins into
me
debut velour fiction halogen
checks but counting

cigarette award-winning route the
writing city will
rest the sea

(receipt enough my leisure
hometown
cocktail) the
water

televised from leaks.

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