Sunday, February 25, 2007


Poems from the 1970s

ast night

        i saw a

                         lonely road

                         it wound

                and wound

and as i wended

i found it

lying wounded

                beside a ditch

                         curled up like a


                         biting its own


        and i know

i am

that lonely road

                oh god i’m sick

                        of gorging on myself

         such helplessness!

                                        dec 2nd mmi [1973?]

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