Concrete Poem

Grha: no. 4

for William Carlos Williams

 

 

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ed    redredr  re

dred     er er

we    erd       de

bar       bababararb

eel        eel    el

el red      weel

baa       rrel    rebelb

Paris, Madrid, London, Iowa City,

June, 1998 -  February 2001

Near The Littoral: An Interesting Fragment Discovered In My Junk Folder

Before
the latrine
Oblonsky
let the ladies
hear the facts 
in re 
the bleach.

Text Messages From Cold Mountain

I am outside.

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I am on your porch, waiting.

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While waiting outside your place
a gnat bit me on the lip and
wrist.

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My lip is visibly swollen.

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I'll pick up six bagels and two
coffees. And an onion, lox.
We have cream cheese
in the icebox.

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Now I am on the couch. The cat -- Joey --
is on my lap.

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Now I am upstairs.

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I was thinking about
your sweet box and ass
wanting both.

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I wish my face was
your smart phone
and you were
sitting on it.

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I'm in bed now too.
O lovely gash good night.



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Author's Note: These are 'actual' texts messages sent using my Samsung TracFone.  (197.48 minutes remaining.)