Poems from carsontuttle
If I stood, toes pointed forward, at the walls of ebony stone
and watch the endless gallons dive, deep pits of New York;
imagine the steel...
Zoe can’t help chasing Daddy.
Days commence, shooting starting pistol,
thundering out of door frames, snapping seat-belts,
braids bowed by...
My mistress is a feverish lie
carved from vinyl shower curtains,
displayed over cups of tea,
selling scandal at your pastor's bake sale.
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Through midnight gates at Nivky Station
run teenage revolutionaries, raising Kyiv to the ground
with snare drum steps, violin tremolos...
When morning light cracks, my skull rattles to ear-piercing bebop saxophone
Prize-fighter in the corner, crave the bell, you pitbull,...