Your piece and the morning here
triggered this one:
this is the fridgid
temprature
I just can't
climb out of
a breath-blue one
as life warmth
is pulled out
of old joints
and the top of
an uncovered head
as gulls swing above
higher still than air
Gerald S.
> Today, as I shivered
> in a courtroom as
> jury foreman, the town
> recorded 41.5 Celsius.
>
> As I travelled home
> on a packed train,
> I saw the frazzled faces
> of my fellow citizens.
>
> The TV news tonight
> reported failing
> hospital systems and teachers' strikes,
> child abuse and unlawful
> carnal knowledge of a minor
> by a person of authority.
>
> The good news is
> tomorrow will only be 37
> and I'll be leading a mob
> away from lynching.
> I can't make a poem out of this,
> so I offer you cut-up prose,
> flat as a dried-out lake bed
>
> --
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
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