May 14, 2004

From Pasha Noise: life and contacts

Survival of the glibbest;
avant-garde terrorists
refusing to be so named;
my potluck dreams adorn
a trailer park, yes
a "post-Arcadian" blankness;
waiting for the ripped
facade, the squeal of saving face
in feinting quatrains
to come ribboning down;
satellites of youth deference
abound, we feel so
bold among the cancer lovers,
but I’m finally learning to write
again, among the baobabs and sands.

Posted by Brian Stefans at May 14, 2004 10:27 AM | TrackBack
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