"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



I’m reading the poets   charting their moments:

the rain   a bull    a mother who hanged herself

What are we getting at   laying it   so bare?

Bleeding the mystery  so it oozes onto the page

and stains the mundane   that runs rampant           out there


I promise to levitate you out of your chair   with

pithy quotes  &  pissy complaints   about:   

Wasps leaving without saying goodbye  &  Jews saying goodbye   without leaving



Songanddancegirl      Bruck       O’Meara      Ginsberg



Winter  2012  

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