chris-weirWhisper

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Onethousand droplets hang / from the tip of each bare branch / of the ginkgo tree.
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Poems in response to Frank O’Hara’s “Poem”, 1956**Reading “Poem” While Waiting for her in Peet’s Coffee** / Lukewarm coffee with nothing special / in it, and my brain buzzing
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Polaroid FilmI. / Buy the film / and let it sit.
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Practicing BassI scrub down the entrails / cast now in wire / forcing fast horsehair to form
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TinnitusIt seems that as soon as I forget you’re here / I close my eyes / and you come back
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The poem that Was to beWhistle while you work / whilst waterfalls wash / salt stained cheeks and
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Listening to Neutral Milk Hotel, I pleadHow does the sound of a saw / slither so sweetly / from bow through wire to bone
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It leaves like youThey’re here again. / That auburn that gold / the occasional surprise burst
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SurviveIn the dark / time shows no sign / forward backward or up
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Gripping AirLet me gather my balloons / (I have ten) / I've been saving them for today
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