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Tuesday, December 25, 2007

FOUND PHOTOGRAPH


The poem I write is a colorful affair
within the body of a man playing dead
a man whose fingers twitch just enough
to work the typewriter, who, when
it is dark enough will hitchhike from the
scene of his death

-1991 Steven Jesse Bernstein

2 comments:

Billy Jack said...

Merry Christmas.

joe roivas said...

Happy New Year.