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FURTHER READING
Poems by Abraham Smith
every little meth
for yam sir: elevated blues
whim man mammon
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we both split

 
by Abraham Smith

like summer melon
hit by a part
from a washing machine

yes seeds but no
seeds to bean
the oils from

I run olive
oil all in my glasses

make it so I only see in sleep

wedge of bread
masks the crow
a clown you know
fat white nose

pecked once
and dropped
from yonder pine

your smashing legs
uncrossed

god your dropping foot
evens the ground
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Audio Clip
August 5, 2008
The Arsenal, Central Park, New York City
From the Academy Audio Archive



From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.
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