April, 2004
Fun, smart, sexy; a concise book of 12 poems and one short prose piece.
red square desire
now, baby, let me tell a story:
you fly south,
pretty winter bird
and all the telephone poles
yawn consecutively
streetlights
pinned along the
spine of the freeway
(acupuncture for the dark)
the chemicals are memory
and it's too late -
you are Red Square desire
leaving May flowers
on St. Basil's doorstep
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now, baby, let me tell a story:
you fly south,
pretty winter bird
and all the telephone poles
yawn consecutively
streetlights
pinned along the
spine of the freeway
(acupuncture for the dark)
the chemicals are memory
and it's too late -
you are Red Square desire
leaving May flowers
on St. Basil's doorstep
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