Three
Poems by Peter Stuhlmann |
metro
song #7 hey you self-appointed
father
The Story
Years These
are the story years, How to read
then, your mouth pressed And what
to paraphrase, if This,
too, shall wash÷
Some Gist
for the Mill I've seen
runaway baby carriages I am reminded
of a commercial extolling I am reminded
of the movie Hamburger Hill, My acrobatic
darling, a headlock is no way |
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