Jeff Crouch
 
 
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Three Poems (April 9, 2009. Full Pink Moon. Issue 3.)

with Nicolette Westfall

strung

the guitar part

-one side
long,
one short-

the guitar part

winged

a light flutter
smothered

rib cage
raven, craven
beat
and pulse and beat

VALIDATION

dried out,
dripping wet
regret

a light flutter
smothered

wet

stained

while hands of glass don’t rust or wrinkle
only color saves them from invisible

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Three Poems (March 26, 2009. New Moon. Issue 2)

with Nicolette Westfall

cracking ooze

body an inch
blur
the shiny floor
past
fridged garbage—
feeds it
leg shell
slowly squish
blur
I said “slowly squish”
until fluid
hole rush
whole blur
linoleum
swamp of shine
linoleum
fridged
slowly squish
I mean “grind”

      

South Side

shiny bottle
barrel-sized momma

sagging tanned skin

a rare arrow head 
her subdivision

      

Sanatorium

optional check but no food or drink
three prim chairs for three fat asses
I made myself see through plastic


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