Anodyne
Thursday, August 11, 2005
 
New poetry from Mosses From An Old Manse's Peter Culley. Great short breath-lines, like overhearing someone humming in the house through an open window, and complex interlocking internal rhymes, which only seem simple...

"Just but one bee
on the paler
other kind of

sweet-pea, orange
chevron very
circa '83, &

you'd think the boys
at Last Call Towing
would be glad to

see their girlriends
(Wednesday PM
half-cloudy

scented August)
but they won't climb
down or let go

their pneumatic
bolt-tighteners
long enough

and won't discuss
who said what to
who last weekend

on innertubes
that flattered them
but made us look

like our dads, tits
up on the couch
and these maroon

uniforms itch
more and more as
threadbare summer

wears out its buzz
and welcome mat
and baseball hat."
- posted by cjb @ 9:28 AM


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