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Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Here’s a poem I wrote. I originally wrote it to go along with a Polaroid snapshot I took, but I think the poem works without it. I hope you enjoy it. It’s about change, growing older, Luddite riots and machine smashing in post-WWII Europe, but most of all, my wang: where we’ll only eat chick peas (or garbanzo beans) each winter by the fire; come spring we’ll germinate the remaining kernels - the perfect dried miniature ram’s heads - in a shallow pan of water; placing together the tender green sprouts in our hand-tilled backyard furrows; on this rainy day.Brian 12:32 AM
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