Thursday, March 19, 2009

280. COLONEL HOOKER

COLONEL HOOKER
('like, man, 24/7')

I made the wrench work for me in the sand,
prying open anything I wished - in the sea
or on the land - flopping fish or languid clam.
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She came to the store wearing barefoot clovers,
and I saw right away in her eyes the gleam and
the joy of watching cadavers roll over in their sleep.
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How silly the howl. Whichever direction was
Bethlehem, I was sure to get there by morning.
I tried to surmise the genteel traditions of manic
and panic and surcease and foam; but nothing
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came of it, and I wandered home.

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