"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Clark Coolidge Poem

Pastures of Onyx

The smell of the the highschool

in the back yard is sundown

always and later a precinct

house of yellow brick and late yelling

I will take up your case in the office

said the superimposant street taylor

stubber of nicotine feet and revenant

saw the exact tree he was born near

sponge of the imagination mercuric bum steer

stopping things the world's rotation

numb until the vehicle docks you think

the fucking world is a firm world?

only partial in my only system

afraid of spoiling the sweet walnuts

the slips made out of breadcrumbs

that book shack on Portrero Hill

those words that come with the tongue

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