am I still cree /
or am I too fading /
like the language /
lost in translation /
They used to call me Lord of the Flies /
I wore all this flypaper wrapped around my head /
shot pool backwards / ...
for bert r
I was pretty sick of the whole thing /
so I walked out onto the Midtown Bridge /
and jumped /
but I hadn’t ...
I never accomplished much in life except a sun tan /
Oh yea a sun tan /
laying there on the grass with my ...
old greek men on bicycles
That town, that time, was full of them. /
Skullcapped, gumbooted, flowers & fishtails /
sticking up from ...
sidewalks in early spring
Along the long cave walls of the city /
the children chalk their days /
as I chalked mine in ...
not quite winter
November. The sky is missing: /
a stolen monument, a breach. Still, /
a few starlings litter the horizon: distant ...
Jennifer Moxley, “Behind the ...
Jennifer Moxley, “Underlying Assumptions” /
One is voluptuous, a study of desire the way it is opened. The pale throat /
of it offered or forgotten, the great ...