TEARS
BRISKET & TEARS
he grew more pinched each time i appeared
even when books sold i had to be bold ahem
want to settle up? oh ya sure perma-sneer
firmly in place face pleasantly porcine
today he handed me 2 remaining copies we need
room lots of new poetry stuff coming in sharklike
grin but you’ve sold 10 have you sold 10 of liz smart?
or gert stein?
prostration stopped short of damnation or the hundreds
of words in next collection will wander west queen west
dispossessed alone moaning periodically +giving off the
scent of desperation +gertrude’s final brisket
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It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much
doing nothing, really doing nothing. Gertrude Stein
Summer 2016
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