spine poem #4
Bedouin of the London
evening, nobody’s
Ezekiel, seeing
things of no country
I know — things
stirring together
or far away, imaginary
vessels, terrible blooms.
spine poem #4
Bedouin of the London
evening, nobody’s
Ezekiel, seeing
things of no country
I know — things
stirring together
or far away, imaginary
vessels, terrible blooms.