- Non-Erotic Poetry
- drifting runner
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the yellow iron of the sky
is smoothing the linen of my steamy brain
my heart gives me a ticket
to a dark room--there is a light beer
in a frosted glass.
i wake up fearful
with both feet on the ground
i run again
thus i run ten thousand miles away
on the white linen spread forward by that steamy brain
toward my friend
("i have to see'im before i die...")...
wake up! u'r still running
under the magnificent centerpiece
of the Florida sky
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/ | \
down South
in the oven of Summer
where heat rises
and leaves the mustache of the clock
trailing near the top
i run
in a thick t-shirt made of coffee sweat
darkly invading shorts
my lungs hurt dry
my mouth's a desert
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1983/1988
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