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September 2, 2014
'Imaginary Elegies: IV'
This much I’ve learned
In these five years in what I’ve spent and earned:
Time does not finish a poem.
Upon the old amusement pier I watch
The creeping darkness gather in the west.
Above the giant funhouse and the ghosts
I hear the seagulls call. They’re going west
Toward some great Catalina of a dream
Out where the poem ends.
But does it end?
The birds are still in flight. Believe the birds.
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My uncle Louie Lozko, we all called him "Letsgo Lozko", he raised bantam chickens.
He always paid attention to his chickens. They'd long for the banks of the Chicago River.
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at September 3, 2014 9:57 PM
My uncle Louie Lozko, we all called him "Letsgo Lozko", he raised bantam chickens.
He told me that in some countries of the world chickens are kept on boats and barges. Chickens cannot swim I told him. He just gave me a look.
Posted by: chasmatic at September 7, 2014 6:16 AM