Friday 15 July 2011

Benjamin Sonnet #44 by Clint Burnham


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in focus men in uninformed uniforms
not so much uniform but unformal
become an island hence without
a peninsula or permanent bridge
of land, of metal, of human construction
he said, as he walked off my
porch, an earphone wearing
cop
who gets you from here
to there on lines
stew would make anyone
vegan


one-unit immobile
shoulders

      2 VI 07


Clint Burnham, The Benjamin Sonnets (Toronto: Book Thug, 2009), 54.

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