Thursday, August 23, 2012

We Attract Camouflage Press

I'm missing Bill Cassidy today. He was good at walking, we used to walk around this city together with cans of beer. We were kids. We liked to whack the fire escapes with our hands. Here is a piece of one of his poems:

you can really learn about someone
in the morning as a pair eating
or the way she sips water & won't look at you
while you clean your nails with a paperclip
how quickly a link can seem an exaggeration
another stupor leaning
after stimulant
my nose is your nose
we attract camouflage
then follow a body through a mall

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