Saturday, October 17, 2009

Poem: for Andrew Goodman

 


autumnslap

                of leather on the


ran

    off tackle

 

     bur 

         ied

             slashedlipstoCentral

 

                            granite

 

atethrougha 

      you ran

 

andItochestertown

     Home Of Cherryblossoms

                

               SHERIFF

               HURLS AGITATOR 

               thru Woolworth’s

                                          glass

 

                snagsinthehands

 

you went                

did they make you 

       down

                        

      run, Andy

              to mississippi

 

              under flashing lights

                        air buzzed

 

              before they hid you

                             bloss om

 

                         sod den

                                    in the dam?

 

 

 

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