ON PERSONAL ALERT
Birds are everywhere in bookstores.
My cat dragged
the day. It was horrible.
I wish they would resist
what is grilling in their blood,
what the jaw bone preaches when the rest is gone.
The human
animal is more than a pocketful of dimes
and the dimness found there.
Labels: Allusive Poem, Long Novels, Nothing, Shit, Weird
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