Frank Stanford Poems
|1.||Circle Of Lorca||9/4/2014|
|2.||Everybody Who Is Dead||9/4/2014|
|4.||Friend Of The Enemy||9/4/2014|
|6.||The Forgotten Madmen of Ménilmontant||6/25/2015|
|8.||Planning The Disappearance Of Those Who Have Gone||9/4/2014|
|9.||Play In Which Darkness Falls||9/4/2014|
|11.||Faith, Dogma, And Heresy||9/4/2014|
|13.||In Another Room I Am Drinking Eggs From A Boot||9/4/2014|
|14.||The Arkansas Prison System||9/4/2014|
|17.||Freedom, Revolt, And Love||1/20/2003|
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Freedom, Revolt, And Love
They caught them.
They were sitting at a table in the kitchen.
It was early.
They had on bathrobes.
They were drinking coffee and smiling.
She had one of his cigarillos in her fingers.
She had her legs tucked up under her in the chair.
They saw them through the window.
She thought of them stepping out of a bath
And him wrapping cloth around her.
He thought of her walking up in a small white building,
He thought of stones settling into the ground.
Then they were gone.
Then they came in through the back.
Her cat ran out.
The house was near the ...
Everybody Who Is Dead
When a man knows another man
Is looking for him
He doesn't hide.
He doesn't wait
To spend another night
With his wife
Or put his children to sleep.