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Showing posts with label Robert Lee Haycock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Lee Haycock. Show all posts
Sunday, August 25, 2019
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Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Monday, August 5, 2019
Monday, July 29, 2019
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Robert Lee Haycock writes
Paper
Cars
Beside
the graveled shoulder on a curved road
that was never there
I discern fresh scat of some harmless predator
The new lambs scatter among the shining trees in an impenetrable wood
that was never there
I discern fresh scat of some harmless predator
The new lambs scatter among the shining trees in an impenetrable wood
Behind
the polished desk in a shingled house
that was never there
I peruse recent catalogs of unwanted tools
The young postmistress laughs at flocked Arabesques upon brocaded wallpaper
that was never there
I peruse recent catalogs of unwanted tools
The young postmistress laughs at flocked Arabesques upon brocaded wallpaper
Before
the locked gates outside a shuttered factory that was never there
I squint in the growing light of darkening lamps
The adolescent mastiff licks at nervous fingers on his endless tether
I squint in the growing light of darkening lamps
The adolescent mastiff licks at nervous fingers on his endless tether
Beyond
the barbed wire atop a chain link fence
that was never there
I smell the dead water of dammed rivers
The ancient sturgeon fly near the deep margins of unseeing eyes
that was never there
I smell the dead water of dammed rivers
The ancient sturgeon fly near the deep margins of unseeing eyes
The Lamb -- Franz Marc
Sunday, July 14, 2019
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