Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Requiescat Jim Carroll, obiit Sept 11, 2009

There will always be a poem
I will climb on top of it and come
In and out of time,
Cocking my head to the side slightly,
As I finish shaking, melting then
Into its body, its soft skin

-- Jim Carroll, "Poem," from Void of Course (1998)

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