| The Poetry of Richard Sansom Published by The British Sansom Society | |
 
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a rotting stump grows green something I don’t see in malls with their stale milk walking and blown glass candy shops stick-figure hoodlums under lights that will never rot electric-un-fossils harshly shining on Levis and belly-buttons orange hair language from plastic/chrome lolly-pops dripping to polished granite from Lucite fingers reaching for little cheap silver things eyes wide not for passion or surprise at inflated alligators in the path a woman jumping on spring-boots her arms in the airs of a Rococo steam bath where do all these un-rottings come from sans any moss growing from stump-faces that just might signal a continuance of flesh that could have the chance to produce an heroic flower or a magic powder to save bleeding or resurrect skin? | |
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