inside “my mind”?
night fishing
shades of blue
seep through
the orbitsIt’s raining
men with derbies
roofs have clay tilesJakobson wrote:
the word dog
does not barkBroadway Boogie Woogie
I, too, set out on a plane
like a shot marblebarbed wire
curled atop the fence
a steeple of tireswatching t.v.
three or four times
I’m turned on by carsin every street
being seen
by the mannequinsobjet petit a
a Chinese woman in black
silk undergarments
a great white
belly up
the bowels of night
Like a blast in the night. I am envious of the economy, precision, and evocative-ness of this piece. Absolutely haunting.
I appreciate it, Dennis. Really glad you like it!
Jack