March 17, 2010

re: txt poem

This thing about redheads vagabond
poets and other undulating miseries
Rellenar las ausencias the Chilean has it
so so in translation

The devil’s instrument gets its eerie drone
from a set of sympathetic strings
run up through the guts of the fretboard
and its name is

The shimmer of garlic peel like
mother of pearl or mollusk shell
Or fish scales gilt by skillful angels
burnishing rays of wayward sun

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