Keith Higginbotham

Tiny Town

whose shoulders hum
in the barren house

acid families concrete
the pages of history

a face of tickets
her hair walked away

from the wearers
of the tiny town

a fuming moment
a stone appeared

on fur half-buried
in the crush

jacket of cotton
black junk buttons wool in

soft sun thin
a roadside boy

took a shining to water
the mean glass sea

and dragged a
railroad in


dear sea inside clowns that discovered your shadows
drew persuaded roads of secretaries so neat in their enterprises
the cheering young rogue saw the light in heaven closed

having cannot have anymore from not walking on wings
dictating god the split of all yachting the canned van of peaks
riven mouth thread through with letters you dream
of archetype streets through the town shaken all out
to out with infantries in

round two of symphonies shatter on in dictation the bridge of forest
which fences in all the darlings the night a broken colon of the remained
re-enacted faces of comic book appeasement all the hallways of
humans gone

not a blessing forsaken together already trees the distance to beds
this our finished past ghosting the doling forest I free
ghosting the empress holidays ghosting blank snakes in

Keith Higginbotham's publications include Grace Notes (illustrator) (Unknown Press), Calibration (Argotist eBooks), Theme From Next Date (Ten Pages Press), Prosaic Suburban Commercial (E∙ratio Editions), and Carrying the Air on a Stick (The Runaway Spoon Press). He lives in South Carolina.
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