29 November 2010


I have two poems today. To make up for my lameness.

Mute 11/28

In the dark I run the streets of New York – sounds of
fire crackers of gunshots of snapping sticks
I chase an imagined you – I am a hound
for this mythic person – I am said to run mute
you shot fowl broken thrashing in the water
I will dive – the darkness a fold of my coat
slashing the air – it is raining or snowing or falling soot
I crash into walls and take them – I – shadow of this city
build then tear – I do not gnash so much as bear it with me

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