Monday, January 21, 2013

poem || Jeff Harrison

Train Soothsayer

a wind sidewalk
limbs of dispersed
the word is the same question
know yet ask where the birds line up

contact Rose Table

tongue table rose

fire rose rose

may cash become tin
somewhere in the halls of
the Betty Grable library

some in millenniums
but hours hawk the universe
Wormswork is the falconer
Mr. Hole is the Snowman
the ghosts are fungi
months talk amid cattails,
gossiping about the years

rose tabletop

tabletop roses

Tokyo Rose's top table

train soothsayer, sing the prefix list, please,
you know, the ditty beginning
"I intrroduced mysellf aannd
she tolldd me heer namees..."

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