high, on a hill
with a drink
and later
in the car
on the way
to nowhere
we
got to
a deadend
so we turned around
went back
to somewhere
and did
some more drugs
and
the night
dissolved
into nothing
Friday, January 30, 2009
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This one kills. I like the poem. It's a solid meditation on the poetics of non-existence. But the title broadens its scope, giving the images a second- and maybe third-dimension.
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