This poem is taken from Stand 245, 23(1) March - May 2025.
Two Poems
A hard rain
Words come like rain, percolating the flower beds,
then harden into hail, machine gun bullets shattering
my flesh. A brief blizzard of blank white syntax:
dat dert, dat, dog, dag.
A constellation of jazz notes, a foreigner digging up
snow-covered words. Drool gathers in my mouth,
...
Words come like rain, percolating the flower beds,
then harden into hail, machine gun bullets shattering
my flesh. A brief blizzard of blank white syntax:
dat dert, dat, dog, dag.
A constellation of jazz notes, a foreigner digging up
snow-covered words. Drool gathers in my mouth,
...
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