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Jan 24, 2009
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A Note from J.B.
In New York John Berryman said, track
my broken lilypads--
spill ahead of me.
Follow
the sun rise over
my drowning feet.
What do you mean
you've never heard
Sound whine?
Or the sun barking
your earlobes into
halves which bounce
across the mind's borders?
Before that I'd like you
to meet Henry Bones and
a girl we're filming. Your
hand is cold.
Brushing her teeth
under water in front of
the camera, take off
the diving gear and
you
will
see
me.
my broken lilypads--
spill ahead of me.
Follow
the sun rise over
my drowning feet.
What do you mean
you've never heard
Sound whine?
Or the sun barking
your earlobes into
halves which bounce
across the mind's borders?
Before that I'd like you
to meet Henry Bones and
a girl we're filming. Your
hand is cold.
Brushing her teeth
under water in front of
the camera, take off
the diving gear and
you
will
see
me.
Comments
rosemary
17 years 3 months ago
Will the real J.B. please stand up...
Quillsvein1
17 years 3 months ago
indeed!