Pat Nolan, after Philippe Soupault |
by Pat Nolan |
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Everything’s gray and stupid books are dying in store windows FLIGHT Everything’s gray and stupid books are dying in store windows I’m well aware carriages are on their way out and over there I crossed the threshold memories fade projects dissolve fingers drum FLASH Was that the phone bright thoughts blink out one step forward twig snaps like a shot death follows bloom bending over landlady crosses my mind FLAME Torn envelope fills empty room shove aside memories one more try forgot my suitcase * She smiles seductive She pretends to be salvation She holds out her hands She makes magic signs She prowls without a sound She has the stealth of a wolf She speaks not She waits by the side of the road She doesn’t say her name She has that faraway look She’s as close as this She knows just who’s expecting her |
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