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Outside the leaves were falling and they cried Too soon! too soon!
Outside the leaves were falling and they cried Too soon! too soon! On a concrete continentspaced with bland billboardsthe poet’s eye obscenely seeingits surrealist landscape ofmindless prairiessupermarket suburbssteamheated cemeteriescinerama holy daysand protesting cathedralsfrom Lost Angeles to Heavenpromising Free Elections They … Continue reading
Moriarty
Moriarty I’ve got a roommatean old tomcatdon’t know his namebut I call him Moriartyhe doesn’t seem to mind We used to leave the apartmenttogether after twilightgo about our separate businessesin back alleysand dank clubs We’d usually returnaround dawn— drunkmissing a … Continue reading
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 