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To Ninety-second Street and Broadway I have come.

Outside the windows is New York.

I came here from St. Louis in a covered wagon overland

Behind the matchless prancing pair of Eliot and Ezra Pound.

And countless moist oases took me in along the way, and some

I still remember when I lift my knife and fork.

The Earth keeps turning, night and day, spit-roasting all the tanned

Tired icebergs and the polar bears, which makes white almost contraband.

The biosphere on a rotisserie emits a certain sound

That tells the stars that Earth was moaning pleasure while it drowned.

The amorous white icebergs flash their brown teeth, hissing.

They’re watching old porn videos of melting icebergs pissing.

The icebergs still in panty hose are lesbians and kissing.

The rotting ocean swallows the bombed airliner that’s missing.

From “Poem By the Bridge at Ten-Shin.”  Full poem here

Written by rarface

November 30, 2010 at 12:38 pm

Posted in books, poems

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  1. Who did the drawing of Frederck Seidel? Thank you.

    Helen V. MacLeod

    February 17, 2011 at 12:36 pm

  2. Hi Helen – I did this drawing of the cover of Frederick Seidel on the cover of Ooga-Booga.


    February 17, 2011 at 12:46 pm

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