When Not in a Railway Carriage He Minds.
In a Railway carriage he doesnt mind vertigo
It brings miniscule mail from the tomb
What if I poke my finger in there?
they will prepare veal sandwiches in tea coops
why rock serves you right thrump
downstairs organs rattling round lost bearings
Fortitudinal footrests drive down the prices.. Lord!
whiffle snackle fresh cream turn the dryclean round
equally eloquently he pops his head round the door
he is wearing only his steering wheel.
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Jena Osman, A VERY LARGE ARRAY : SELECTED POEMS
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My review of Jena Osman's *A VERY LARGE ARRAY : SELECTED POEMS* (Brooklyn
NY: DABA, 2023) is now online at* periodicities: a journal of poetry and
poetic...
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keep 'em coming,
so my lines melt above to drop our pleasures!
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