Poetry from The Literary Review
(The movie set on the horizon glows)
|| The movie set on the horizon glows|
all night as well, seeking strength in spirit
beyond the Kohn-Pederson-Fox monolith
novitiate there were large-scale failures
priorly a stub below the real. It was
Prior just one challenge
who buggered hard in his fiancée's wake,
and a United Airlines Flight 175
bee that in the sink tonight
I stubbed. Still, the incredible feat
All this is true and will you make
it false. Empire once fought the
True-dat, not-true-dat: they played
this gameofficials will
on radio before gangster rap
was banned. As one official put it
To be a movie set the tarps went up
like gaffs 220 pounds
in the sharp morgue scentacrid not
true datformer jet pilot Donald
the rid in putrid truer and I want it false.
Für Elise dragnet for America's
was Ludrid deaf when first he
heard it? Military installations.
Patois, tonight, shouts from the parkhe
president U.S. service members
and then the wash of flesh in air hard
sinking, that came upon America,
on, the furry lungs in-taking, true
dat was a command post at
that the sharp of acridglow burningIt is
Steve McQueenCongress, perhaps
it's LubitschIt is undone
by grief. I was just incredulous.
This is all true. The city is deaf
in grief. Wascom said the airlines
O will they come 2 hear him. Pocketknife and corkscrew
O U that turned and saw. Turned stone.
U.S. News & World Report, September 24, 2001
Over Once and Over Again
|| Dear Krna Ex:|
In reply to your last letter, the skin does not recall. The pant of the mutt on the curbside couch rises ten floors tall, it beelines itself into here, its rasping sands my ears half off.
Colleen Braverman dipped her hair in green for the holiday. State Street busted out. The river dripped with a viscous puke. I found a broken bottle stitched with heavy hemp and bulging at its base; the memory that it brought back reminded me of you.
Once God had entered the equation, a girl was no competition.
Okay. I'll come for you. Why did I lie (why do I ask still).
Why wait on you (or You, for that matter). You, for that matter.
In the still hard space of a field at night lights overhead, the smallest leaf doth undertake to exercise its fight or flight. The dog does his best to inhale the rest, in reply to your last letter.