Tuesday, September 13, 2005

New Orleans begins to glow

Like a badly healed wound
The city begins to glow
With the fires of an insurrection

Prolapsed rose-colored grapes
Staining white enamel sinks
Overflowing with astringent fluids

An unshorn radiant garden
Just within the electrified fence
Proudhon's torso covered with droppings
~~~ ~~~ ~~~

--Samuel Appelbaum, poem 52 from the book Chtcheglov, 1998.


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