at side of psych hospital
An alley/ a little way
where stunk planks arc
and split sacs are
There an half inch seen
the green leaves curléd so
with minims frayed
This man rolled a little bike
and yelled out MAB
to puncture or to make count
He had a penned on 'tache
The smashed pink tiles
they flare forever
bright and about there
Like the last stanza especially.
ReplyDeleteDuncan, are you going to AWP?! See you there? find me at the Eastern OR University MFA booth/leave message there.
ReplyDeleteI shall be here in Blighty.
ReplyDeleteOkay.
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