Hiding Drugs in a Russell Edson Book

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He is the ant and I’m the parasitic

cow mite, domesticated by ants.

Only dry on milk they clip off my head.

Born again this happens over and over.

Now they drag my body to the trash pile.

Here is the room full of wasp wings.

The library of grasshopper’s eyes.

An old ant dreaming of sky. Another

craving a burger. My bodies are piled

like hay stacks next to the furnace.

The exit is right over there but here I go again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Big Grey Mar on Flickr

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Bob Pajich spent the last decade-plus as a professional reporter and even longer than that as an idiot poet. His book of poems, Trolleyman has just been released by Low Ghost Press.

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