June 22, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles
the stripes are three
spinny orange buzzard black
blue bee
universe
on a stick
a closed door glows granite
tread a condor carpet crest corridor
the white board within
this sell is a must
this grain is a just
the slats are menaced
children and glee
when bluebirds play hockey again
Plekanec. A point. A piece. A pastiche.
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