Why have I been routed through Nebraska?
In March there are no cornfields
Intense sunshine and a prairie wind bake
the tarmac. In Denver, wasteland
at the junction
of Colfax and Laramie, I traced
ghosts of lost poets.
at the corner of Wazee, near the new
ballpark. Does the Windsor
sought his father and slept with a dwarf
stand. Pope Benedict is being
taken to task
for sheltering child molesters, pastor fides.
In four years he will
sanctimonious me? No, I report what I find
in the New York Times:
through bricolage to construct the world
historical stage. Poland
in March 2009, all of her ministers, almost.
The plane fell from the air into woods
where the Soviets had executed 20,000
soldiers of the elite officer corps,
1940. Also, Iran,
today, urged a Sunni and Shiite alliance in Iraq.
Apparently, there’s less poverty, this March
in Bihar state and Charles
has won the Nobel Prize. I’m fading
into a half-comatose
allegory and fact replace
is dated, New York School. My listening
includes tubas and horns,
Residente and Visitante, who support
macheteros and praise
A thread binds my mental fatigue
and my daughter’s
She studies the role of women in constructing
Iranian identity, ash-e anar. Some
hint of consequent terror.
Interrogations by schizophrenic police in Shiraz,
who mock old Marxists. O mourn the loss
of imaginary companions,
Benjamin at Portbou! and celebrate the music
of brothers from Puerto Rico!
But why am I
abandoned in Lincoln with its shorn fields
and how is anyone able to suffer
the loss of a daughter?
Donald Wellman, from Roman Exercises