Wednesday, January 06, 2010

NEW! Poem by Elliot Figman

Elliot Figman


A statement is no match for it. Not when calls again
pleased a little better than Harry knows this much true.
Truth will rear it. Justice will suffice. Slide please slide
the little waiter calls. Caftans submarines adjudicated matters
none this ripe must do. Names may readjust norms.
Skin butchers lie in ruins. Please draw closer closet
turn that corner an unhurried attitude what’s
it for won’t sell. Froth with pleats when all streets have
is clothes. Calves encounter lambs. Just now shook its lawn.

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