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The People Look Like Flowers At Last: New Poems

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  • Seller:BRILANTI BOOKS
  • Sales Rank:191,410
  • Languages:English (Unknown), English (Original Language), English (Published)
  • Media:Paperback
  • Number Of Items:1
  • Edition:First Edition
  • Pages:320
  • Shipping Weight (lbs):0.7
  • Dimensions (in):6 x 0.8 x 9
  • Publication Date:January 8, 2008
  • ISBN:0060577088
  • EAN:9780060577087
  • ASIN:0060577088
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Editorial Reviews:
Synopsis

the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the
cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures;
Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job
as a waitress; and
the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he
giggled up through the
soot.
I walked miles through the city and recognized
nothing as a giant claw ate at my
stomach while the inside of my head felt
airy as if I was about to go
mad.
it’s not so much that nothing means
anything but more that it keeps meaning
nothing,
there’s no release, just gurus and self-
appointed gods and hucksters.
the more people say, the less there is to say.
even the best books are dry sawdust.

—from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"


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