A Coach’s Tears
December 19, 2011, by Homme de Sept-Îles
won’t wind soak the terminus papers
coffee bilge, print succor
inks black blot urged
grounds splosh
a lake of black umbrellas
grey useless steel
chrome crunch concrete waiting
platforms
under one derby
one inked mustache
one silver glisten
a mercury drop
a trail for Jacques
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