Anodyne
Saturday, April 28, 2012
 
Jack Spicer:

With fifteen cents and that I could get a
subway ride in New York. My heart
Is completely broken. Only an enemy
Could pick up the pieces.
“Fragments of what,” the man asked, “what?”
A disordered devotion towards the real
A death note. With fifteen cents and real
Estate I could ride a subway in New York. No
Poet starved. They died of it.
Friday, April 27, 2012
 

 

Tuesday, April 24, 2012
 

Study for War Game Tree, 2012
 

Kaanapali, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
 


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