Grover Street Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit
Grover Street
i fish for trout in a pond filled with bobbing severed heads.if i were to have a stronger pole, i might try to land one, and snack on it after brunch.my cane pole made only of bamboo could not pull in a head so waterlogged.i guess ill forget my frog dance and maybe eat later.probaly at the hatchery.
this poem is my glance after being influenced by russel edson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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