Inhuman Swill : Poems : Page 3
You are here
you are here the southern tip of roosevelt island east river easing by to either side beside your wife astride the bikes you rode like phantoms through the hushed streets of queens over the red bridge at 36th ave you...
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Under their skirts
The sidewalk trees drop their skirts of dirty snow for a silver-tongued winter rain, exposing a careless mulch of cigarettes butts, not to mention the occasional dog turd and chicken bone. Nothing better to do, trees, than eat, shit, and...
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Infidel dog
This morning, with a high of seventy degrees in the forecast, amazing for a November in Chicago, I drove the dog to Warren Park. That's where we go for a special treat instead of our usual neighborhood walk, because the...
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Almost fall
Squirrels chasing each Other up and around trees Like on Benny Hill ...
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Immortality
I have no illusions of immortality Or do I? The way I shovel known poisons into my mouth Shout motherfucker at drivers who cut me off The way I still haven't put up the smoke alarms, two years later The...
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Beware of dog
Earlier from the second-story deck I caught a glimpse of the gate slamming shut as Ella chased someone out of the yard. Her wild barking was what had summoned me. The thunk of something landing solidly on the wooden deck...
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Winter haiku
Snowflakes ride updrafts in Brownian reels outside my twelfth-floor window. ...
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