Patrick Sweeney 


Six Short Form Poems





the solitary confinement of old age





longing for the hair dresser's touch





taken from one waiting room to another





she said Lautréamont would've blown through that red light





my father's voice   did you remember to close the upstairs windows





the man with the clip-on tie is here to answer all my questions

Patrick Sweeney is a haijin with an unhealthy interest in the historical space-time ramifications of Oliver Heaviside's pink fingernails and coaxial cable. When not distracted by bad news transmissions, the poet can be seen examining coffee stains on tee-shirts that resemble early maps of Micronesia.

 
 

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