Sunday, April 22, 2012

Poem seventeen

before walking

what did people do before walking
I was born mostly in the 80s
there's blood in my veggie burger
never been good with maps
red lentils my new fixation
receipt's under the fridge
Seymour swats, mews
picking blackberries
try to discriminate tart from the not
they're not real berries 
says Wikipedia but real phones
the lookout looked as if
we could ride the power lines
straight into Birmingham
the mines were off-limits
imagined we enter still
distrust how well this is going
our tryst with Tzarism but which
kind Catherine was great

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