Yeer & Patent in Perill
by Steven Fowler
[ poetry - january 10 ]
yeer
I did not notice the year turn
it mightnt have
we arm wrestle, cover a candle
I was sick
she tended me
we did not notice the year
workfyre, peoplscame
we did not hear the car brake
the streets fall & the glass shake
I wat ill
& she made my bed
she toweled my burning head
I did not notice her
as the year turned
she sat at the foot of my bed
Patent in perill
in berggasse gasse
greatfish whit and blinde
swan past my knee
afone sangevagner
Imin th' waitingroom of Freud
his daughter sits on my head
snowing outside tartoum aleaping
annanna is predictably weeping
rudo chobrak is laughing
at thanger, brunette, who died a virgin
'penis normalis dosin repetatur'
