July 08, 2005 – Broken Poems   Leave a comment

I’m feeling a little droopy today, so I’m reading some broken poems to, hopefully, spark up the… what’s it?… that thing… oh yeah, my brain.



a novel blazed in my head

to hit these keys
to enter yr apartment
& take out the trash
did she misremember your name
coming to believe a person

the box in my brain

in the great canadian shanty town
wishing there were a barometer
before it grows legs & walks off
but you might find it somewhere
probably asleep by now

3 years later

my twenty dollar target stool
what else’s worth holding onto
at the opera
go on, kiss it
the rumble of two bumpers touching

Posted Friday, July 8, 2005 by Grant in Random

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