Like van Gogh, I Can't Begin In Prose
by Primus St. John
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i am a cold, beating human shrinking
meaning from these open pores.
i am a lost living vessicle in the hole of a
chest cavity left inert.
daylight's passing and the sky is greying,
perhaps a speakerbox, voicebox, homeo-box gene
is the last remaining element for vocal interaction.

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The favorite place I've ever been was _________.
I got lost and couldn't find my way back to the Circle K.

( Kaddish, Part I )

Dear Jack:I am sitting in a bar on Market St. I'm drunk, well, not quite, but I soon will be. I am here for 2 reasons; I must wait 5 hours for the bus to Denver & lastly but, most importantly, I'm here (drinking) because, of course, because of a woman & what a woman! To be chronological about it : I was sitting on the bus when it took on more ( Read more... )