Barry Schwabsky



The Line

The line simmers instantly Dog pisses on garbage, waits to cross
 Keith in Nellcôte above the abyss
 Poetry too is a performance These swimming thoughts subside
 There is no set formula for calling general headquarters
 But we’ll get together, don’t …

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Finally

Finally, a pinkish glow crept in The sky merited all the love it had received That day, all the walking Colors as they darkened and were lit As down a cloudy highway we ambled In direst harmony, evening’s next of …

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I’ve Been Living

I’ve been living off my toaster I’m a cold Italian poser Could run for president Or take a dive in the dark These girls are still over me Their mute abstraction of disco A voice alive in a jar At …

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