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09.11.2008

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , on September 11, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

The Nearest Simile is Respiration (an excerpt from the poem by Ashley Capps)

But with you! my sweetheart hairshirt,
my syntactic gondolier, ruffian for hire, befoolable
irresolute Chanticleer: with you, I back-float
the massy and heretofore unnavigable childhood
algal blooms, where no fish swam. No fish
have swum that Mississippi.

With you, I forgive my father’s notes
to NASA, the self-inflicted swastika tattoo,
my sister’s coked-up juggernaut cannonball
into the afterlife.