b/w

Black and white photos peel off the sky.
A horse behind a chain link fence neither slumbers nor trots.
It hides its eyes in a walking rain which doesn’t pour.
It thinks of rusty TVs and empty goblets made of tinfoil on faraway planets.
Meanwhile, a guy 128 Thomas Jeffersons tall
hears a mad squaw’s song over the mountain every minute of his life
till he is able to squeeze through any gasp or sigh, imaginary or not,
like a mouse or a raindrop, his bone structure intact. Meanwhile,
an average raindrop can’t open all its mouths at once.

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2 thoughts on “b/w

  1. THE B/W MASK AND DENVER COSTUME
    SET YOU APART
    SQUAW COMES OFF YOUR TONGUE
    BUT IT COULD EASILY BE WOLFGANG
    AMBASSADORS OF YOUR CHILDHOOD
    CALL ME DAILY WITH FORGOTTEN INFORMATION
    LITTLE IVAN THE WHITE BOY
    REBELS AGAINST LIMITATIONS
    WRITES POETRY OF THE ABSURD
    WALKS WITH A GUN AND A VIOLIN
    NEITHER SHOOT BULLETS
    MUCH EFFORT WITH LITTLE RESULT
    GOES TO COLLEGE AND BECOMES
    LITTLE EFFORT WITH MUCH RESULT

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