My poem "Berakhah" (for Peter Burson) has been accepted by
erzebet for Jabberwocky. Meanwhile, I have the sempiternal con crud. One of these days, I promise: a post with content. Till then, I suggest you read
seajules's "The sky is the floor of an ocean" or
shweta_narayan's "Apsara" or Robert Pinsky's "Last Robot Song," all of which are beautiful, with truth in them, and much easier on the ear than me sneezing.
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- 1: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 2: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 3: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 4: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 5: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 6: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 7: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 8: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 9: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
- 10: I spoke of crimes and of my friends in the same breath
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