Tuesday, August 25, 2015

7079. SEEMING DEARTH

SEEMING DEARTH
Like death the blind man staggers forth as much
confused as once alive : the olive tree grows
Jesus branches through his head, and he cannot
speak a word. On 21st street, the jagged memory 
of Earthside crime still lingers : heroin gods, men
with steel arms, the blackened veins, protruding.
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We buy fruit from the corner stall  -  all stupid
stuff, nothing worthwhile at all.

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