![]() ![]() He’s the author of several novels, including The Last Bad To either the dearest or the strangest of themĬolin Dodds grew up in Massachusetts and completed his education in New ![]() You search the carnival for something immutableĪnd in the morning, struggle to describe a vision suitable You say life is a game lost, and thus unlosable,Īnd we all get depressed, on the climb inside the rose’s stem ![]() Wandering the windows of midnight, a pauper among gems You may be great, but you’ll never be irrefutable You say no I’m alright, crying by the ATM Glowing in the streetlight was a bubble of phlegm The stars, spoons and night bears is difficult to deny The encounter with the trucks and the traffic, ![]() Trucks are not stars, but trucks cross the mindĪnd when the trucks vanish, the mind gives Murders a brother, murders a family of bearsĮach bear becomes a spoonful of darkness,Ī medicine prescribed by a doctor and administered by a motherīig and little dippers, unacknowledged asterisms,Īfter our appetites have fled to places harder to explain A string of trucks forms my only company out here tonightĪ string of stars forms the leg, belt, dick of a hunterĪnd sinks into the horizon, crossing the sky, crossing the mindĪround the pole star, which is just the haunch of another bearīut the sky is orderly, the mind thrashes, ![]()
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