jack galmitz | inside "my mind"? & a great white…

inside “my mind”?

night fishing
shades of blue
seep through
the orbits

It’s raining
men with derbies
roofs have clay tiles

Jakobson wrote:
the word dog
does not bark

Broadway Boogie Woogie
I, too, set out on a plane
like a shot marble

barbed wire
curled atop the fence
a steeple of tires

watching t.v.
three or four times
I’m turned on by cars

in every street
being seen
by the mannequins

objet petit a
a Chinese woman in black
silk undergarments

a great white
belly up
the bowels of night

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