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Five
Poems by Artie Gold
novel
A very large ball
of twine. all the highways I've made mistakes along
examine a length like a swimmer's arm. drawn up to th
shoulder. 23 miles
Boulder to Golden freezing sleet rockies foothills past th
flatirons.
friend i'd dropt out with frm guadalajara passt joint back
forth shivered.
don't remember his name. hip though. Valley hiway 115 arvida
to aurora
another friend, ford. blue small but very powerful. no cops
saw us.
but leaving colfax one left turn their flashing red plastic
drencht us.
have you ever seen th st louis arch gleaming in the neon
fresh of crisp
diamond morning? have you ever ferried down west 6 usa
gotten off 80cents
past larimer walked th small wide streets of predawn quaint
beer-town?
ever seen moose mother with 1 brat rush th tarmac of foggy
outer marathon
ever kiss a midnight laundromat table hello after coasting
durango gorges?
found green river pleistocene mammals teeth turned opal
eyesockets onyx?
shot novacaine understood fire engines. fine-rolled steel
arguing morality.
it is late but it is early. It is so cold i feel illegal i
enter the icy
darkness push off with one arm glide past only fish.
afterwards my silver ring
begins to leave my finger for
the clay-dark bottom. i never followed
never touched it again never went where it went. i was
totally responsible.
my body projecting above the glass offered itself to
mosquito rapids
like the eye crossing white water. not like mercury in a
watchglass no.
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