April 26, 2006
xxiii
Mike Grau
St Henry St Henry who else saved you save mother?
de world de world its feeding girls
today, three weeks from today, that’s how it will happen
or at least how problems solve themselves
hold down poses for one more song, moments before
washing your feet in bleach, jelly-bodied
beneath the trading shadows
forever eight thirty-nine, forever eighty-nine
where Truman, Edison and Lenin once lived
If you forgive me politically, my dear
writing a land where corn don’t grow
felt by the hair above
your skin standing. Otherwise press zero now
Record at the tone
(from a longer series of poems called Trade)
Posted by Rock Heals at April 26, 2006 12:00 AM
