Tossed Elegy
by Clark Coolidge
Corso an entry word
I saw his hand come up
flash in the LowerEast trouble wards
being the constant sifter
in wait for hallows
and shares in the Shelley vasts
a seat on couches in hamlets
so torn and well read
plastered with eligibility badges
and do you get what my poems know?
graspable but it’s pure
the glow of clown
the last of the mistreated edgers
gone-to-meeting horribles
to get you in bed I’ll get you in my poems
ripeskate? I don’t know the codes
there are no codes
where I land
in roostabout escapade
I find taste dull
the poem on the ceiling
shown different every day
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Clark Coolidge lives in Petaluma. |