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Posted by on Jan 28, 2020 in Poetry | 0 comments

from Recovered Poems: 13

RECOVERED POEMS

13.

10/6/93

a hoarse mentholated laugh
at the radio and I am gone
through the rain and headlights
driving with my claws and feet
eyes and head awake to sieve out
|shadow man from what
my nerves hallucinate
I feel this shingled universe give way
and slide into reverse
nervous buzzing in the pit
and shortened breath
beat against the windshield
the pitted parking lot
and stinking dumpster
children loiter blinking smoke
their pitiless eyes humming
home is where I’m going
never been
slips of silk
vanish when I touch them

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