I. Wolf Walk:
(from) Tract 179: August
It took them two weeks to tear down the block-long trestle and remove the track from the top of the embankments where coca and poppy now bloom but where we played "army" the tanks and jeeps on flatcars returning from Korea and the Red Menace Yellow Peril depicted in war comics "Sarge they just keep comin' wave after wave of evil crazy faces with bayonets they like to stick you just to save bullets Sarge they ain't human!" - this the Pennsy...
Doppler couplings of a slow-backing freight - then silence
(from) quinoxe
When the mailman came I was frenzied juggling too much ever-expanding luggage in an underground railroad station in Prague somehow. I'm late. What track? I'm asking everybody. Where is it? I saw the sign and just made it - Track 19 to Paris...
two dreams about past lovers the violets stay open this dark afternoon
II. Haiku Noir:
the fog just as true as the truth it hides
black cat blue moonlight no words
III. The Stuff:
open blinds she lotions one long leg then the other
October night rain one faint cricket maybe two
(from) New Hope: January
The world had re-frozen, and the field of snow shone silver-blue under the clear night sky, its stark beauty accentuated by the pale shadows of the bare trees.
icicles bent by the wind Wolf Moon
(from) feathers everywhere
out of the fog as surprised as i was but unfazed too a snowy owl three-foot wingspan glided right over my head toward the river and i turned to face where it had gone just breathing and listening and not thinking and it returned same vector wings not beating and we looked at each other and again it faded away as if it had been composed of the fog like chinese dragons of clouds
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