Advertisements • As a seed in the bright-colored street I am saying so long To the I know of nothing, the nothing that knows not of me. On a high cushioned wingtip my bondage was loosed with a song Of seduction to come, a provoking, profane melody; The lean languid lusting of aimlessness, sloth, andContinue reading “A Summer So Long”
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The Greeters
Advertisements A poem You’d think everybody’s eyes would be fixed up here, so far above the cataracts. But these two kids look just like they used to, and nobody calls them four eyes— they’re the cool ones who left the party early, before you could corner one of them and say hey, how does itContinue reading “The Greeters”