By Robert Lowell
A single man stands like a bird-watcher,
and scuffles the pepper and salt snow
from a discarded, gray
Westinghouse Electric cable drum.
He cannot discover America by counting
the chains of condemned freight-trains
from thirty states. They jolt and jar
and junk in the siding below him.
He has trouble with his balance.
His eyes drop,
and he drifts with the wild ice
ticking seaward down the Hudson,
like the blank sides of a jig-saw puzzle.
The ice ticks seaward like a clock.
A negro toasts
wheat-seeds over the coke-fumes
of a punctured barrel.
Chemical air
sweeps in from New Jersey,
and smells of coffee.
Across the river,
ledges of suburban factories tan
in the sulphur-yellow sun
of the unforgivable landscape.
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checking in on HALLOWEEN
dude.
been a while.
still no english BA yet.
living in my parents basement, working at a coffeeshop for time being (future: several last undergrad courses, travel, then graduate school in california).
not shooting at all lately, instead crafting tunes: http://jober.bandcamp.com/
when it rains
graduated from loyola university w a degree in english
uploaded some new photos
moving back to the burbs
that is all
joe
more nonwhispers
A quiet conscience sleeps in thunder -
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