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R O N A L D P A L M E R
A stranger lurks: beneath my skin: beyond the blue bubble:
letters: Hip: Hop: spray painted next to the pink swastikas: memorizing
my fears: waiting to be reintroduced: Konca Feliks: come with me: meet
your beautiful self again face to face: stand before the fingerprinted
mirror in Block 21: weep into me: through the yellow hills: patched with
snow: from my train window: I squint down hill: through vertical white
lines of scattered young birches: a German Shepherd: scrambling to his
feet: next to his backyard doghouse: I hear myself thinking: Thank God
he's short-chained: international rationalization of a rising new fascist:
he's barking in frantic three bark intervals: bark bark bark: then the
sliding of his paws: pacing on the pitted ice: failing at chasing: my
train: eventually lies down again: in a dirt patch within his bluish
circle of ice: I carry this dog with me: the rest of the way: with
each barking echo: my mind flings out like a solar flare:
My train races past a long line of box cars: heaped with chunked
coal: fast-rocking on a parallel track: opposite direction:
foooowump: foooowump: windows suction: spontaneous whistling: in the
cracks: speed's singing through metal latches: in the distance: a town
approaches: each coal-soured Church: slouches in gloom: recent snow
dumped on the region: only serves to annunciate: Poland's palpable
muteness: somber groups of elderly couples: holding each other like an
apology: at pedestrian stop lights: each building begs to be questioned:
about their stone sculpted faces: each window is framed by faces: here
for example: a missing slab of green concrete: exposes the underside of a
plaster cheek: another angel's eyes are a concentrated blindness: reaching
out to the tram-wires: while everything sobs: even my train window pulses
with a begging: my arms limp: sketching a world-map of this infectious
and eerie: disappearing: this time: I walked the snow path alone:
through the towering shadows of barbed wire: this time I stood alone on
stained cement: this time I closed my eyes: scanning the toxic room:
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