Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nine Winter 2005 |
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You make the grain stronger, add Simon Perchik You make the grain stronger, add and across the varnish the way rust brings out the wagons lets the nails know what's what --you coat the side door though its breeze left years ago half wings, half in the distance while the sky watches horrified when a house opens from the middle and overhead the rain on course --you enter the horizon through a skylight, closer to hammers and the evenings --load the only moving part with helmets, breastplates, make it glow and under this boneweary door the no screech spreading across your mouth and the threshold. |
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