Monday, July 07, 2003

Robin (can't sleep poem)

Said to a species said
and what does the robin have to do with

all of this? Like a trick
a deck of pinstripes shuffled

dilapidated pinstripes blistered morning
Say the robin doesn’t return?

Wonderful, I’ll shell out the money
for wood to burn memory

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