Saturday, October 06, 2012

"So this is like when rappers drop a track in advance of a mixtape, only totally backwards"

This one appears in Seven New Poems; I'm especially proud of it.


Wear connotes value in terms of
abuse. Convictions crumble mid-
sentence, chords left ajar, bitter
chrome. Crash pad tossed for
a Talmud. The split of old gloves.

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