Take Out

November had feet,
And cold fire-despair.
Dogs lost—being Chinese
And aroused by strange breath,
Pitiable half-swaggers
In the black and white streets
of midtown Manhattan.
Locomotives with imperceptible
rhythm making way through
Corners and short cuts
And long cuts, and le~e~ry-cuts.
The mottled noises of cold-dead
Pads sciff and scuttle to
Luigis.

Glenn Lyvers

  • By admin at 12/12/2009 - 22:52
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