Monday, January 13, 2003

Centrifuge Comments

Rating: 4.0
It might have been midnight when last we talked
and now I've got this poem that keeps flying
apart which accounts under these xenophobic stars
for all force: gravity, magnetism wind, the ling-


Peggy Hapke Lewis 30 October 2009
Just the poem I needed to fire up a rain-soaked afternoon. I am still chuckling over the 'glum geniuses prowling/ record stores, not getting a lot done, / mistaken for clerks with gum on our shoes.' This poem is a wild and worthy trip.
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