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poet as crow/as starving dog/as himself
Appeared in the 1999-2004 issue.
somewhere between
day and night
somewhere between
home and lost
the 20th century dead and
picasso with it
and pollock all but forgotten
my father's ashes
on a shelf in a room i
no longer walk through
a letter in my pocket from
a man who says
i don't like what you write but
feel that it's necessary
and what i send him is this poem
written in a moving car
words that define nothing
but that move towards the hills
at a terrifying rate
this illusion of motion
and all of the reasons it's
necessary
all of the places i arrive at
without welcome
the news i bring
which is never good
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Copyright 1999-2008 John Sweet.