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| Michal Klimczak |
Locked in a literary struggle
Wrestling with an angel
He says
“Pynchon or Anna Kavan?”
As if a page torn from a novel
Could be crucified on the easel of the half-awake
And this biological crumbling
This early onset
Knee deep in the river of mumbling dream time
“I played this one for your mother”
He said
“She said it was very beautiful”
“Why don’t you marry her then?” tone hostile and hurt
“Maybe I will”
Wrestling with an angel
He says
“Pynchon or Anna Kavan?”
As if a page torn from a novel
Could be crucified on the easel of the half-awake
And this biological crumbling
This early onset
Knee deep in the river of mumbling dream time
“I played this one for your mother”
He said
“She said it was very beautiful”
“Why don’t you marry her then?” tone hostile and hurt
“Maybe I will”
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