Shell Outside the motor field: sallow colour And greasiness of the skin. Dead earth through pavement A gas station becoming prairie again. Left instructions: cash price 1 All American dollar echoing Of the face; rouge and mottled Low pulse rate, shallow pressure. The long shutting-off, Emotionally cool outlook Tower, and dark hills talk A broadcastContinue reading “3 poems by Jasper Glen“
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