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Hopefully restricted to posting poems that move me in some fashion so as not to clog up Grace Notes @ Snarkattack.

Note: 'move' is neither positive or negative. Which means I'll also post poems I find incredibly wanky, of which there are many.
November 26

‘The Double-Bed Dream Gallows’ by Richard Brautigan

Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a
barbed-wire fence.

I guess as a kind
of advertisement
to other hawks,
saying from the pages
of a leading women’s
magazine,

“She’s beautiful,
but burn all the maps
to your body.
I’m not here
of my own choosing.”