X L I V
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment