Alex Wisser



The Widow’s Nest

She sits up there knitting her fingers for a silk dress that a dead man will bring to her from China The sunsets and sunrises are beautiful and she is blind and the waves of the ocean rise and fall …

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Flower

You are a flower for the lumpen proletariat swaying in the bus you cannot be plucked Buzys in earth boots eyes shot from the day’s lathe sparks fly into lollies that land at your feet scattering into the pockets of …

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