Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nine Winter 2005 |
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Held taut and its wires Simon Perchik Held taut and its wires already invisible --you trip and the radio rears up stumbles, takes a bow half puppet show, half some hole in a dead tree --you bait the radio :a Mozart tape that lures even trees --out in the open and they obey do what music says, led by a violin held up the way smoke is told to face downwind and the children form a single line as if they were still giggling --how restful it is to saw and no one says a word or smoothes back the fine hairs inside these twisted branches. |
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