Now Slow To Donkey Be
limp high shore, gardens at the even way
swell darts are to be found there
limp high shore, gardens at the even way
sea-going small intruders,
remember the droopy wood-cutters,
sea-going small intruders
view with suspicion the still ping, praying fair,
massive must be its remote muzzle,
view with suspicion the still ping, praying fair
day chalk light young in virtuosity
there, there, nice book
day chalk light young in virtuosity
sad your kill, how graves bitch still
dumb psychological elegance
sad your kill, how graves bitch still
confidence pouch'd in thine cheeks
now slow to donkey be
confidence pouch'd in thine cheeks
all the high life of the city there
& low life appears on scene
all the high life of the city there
once air small seldom hidden dress
in bed reading to a doll
once air small seldom hidden dress
it was yesterday had you rotting charm
peacocks other than "Yes"
it was yesterday had you rotting charm
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
poem || Jeff Harrison
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