"Pitch" to me is a stink that fixes roads.
This Town Ain't Big Enough for 34 Lit Mags.
"Poem Beginning With A Line By Firdausi
'Ere from his lofty sphere the morn has thrown'
the full day's share of fire, forth I glided
after a Starbucks tea for my dear Lady:
slaughter on the radio, insane.
Day after day, week after week, I struggle
in Laocoön coils of sense & nonsense,
orange & turquoise clouds. But they remembered
what I would always get, & I then proffered
five quarters, two dimes, a nickel, & two pennies."
—Heidi Guerre, How Texans Saved Civilization (2002)
Pattern Poems of Hrabanus Murus.
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