Rise of the Past
(excerpt)
BERLIN IN RHYME
i remember when the berlin wall came down
the west berlin poets and the east berlin poets
began chewing on the cement from opposite sides
like rats on a bone. what a useless thing this wall was.
strung along through the streets and alleys, apartments and conversations,
like a rumour of death. for all.
like a robert frost nightmare.
good neighbours my ass.
just put a pillow over my face
and let me suck in the feathers.
…
i finish my poem. my wife
wishes i were better at house work.
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