Thursday, December 17, 2015

poem || Jeff Harrison

Wild Headstones, Cozy Knuckles, Nerves of Blown Light

perhaps beauty to a struggle (figure?)
"design" but birth, clowns, that seller,
and is there some same as thinking journal
Kidd had showy clouds, want is
mid-dream of a thinking stomach

Kidd loveliest and long — ignore years
and Hello I'm Jeff The Money Angel
the anchored scarce be glittering
with hymns to food and for Spain
what was done was looked
people, ok, you here, the story to
be told is there, startled print party,
but foot so billows dictionary narco

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