Suitcase Poems
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
A Tire
Poison air out of a tire
My head’s flat
And duck me under
Slow bubbles
Appear in the basin
Poke my rognons
With all your names
And care less
To sink in
Brouilly, Brahms
And Bread.
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