Patrick Sweeney


Some Short Form Poems



she says I'm alone in wanting to bite the hump of a bullock




must remember to tell her Stravinsky stood on his head




secretly wishing the orangutan had stuffed Dupin up the chimney 




two brush strokes and there's a crow in a blizzard 




showing up with a red wig and a single line manifesto




when it is all said and done, we can blame it on the left-handed amino acids




facing the fact that the ailanthus doesn't need me anymore




they're in there, he told the cops, and went back to reading The Brothers Karamazov




the e's are not missing from Georges Perec's name

Patrick Sweeney is a writer of short form poetry and devotee of the public library.

 
 

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