Simkin Poems - Poems about Simkin

...Ways of death In my being there are cracks filled with death how much I lack in holy language this becomes “your servant” and cracks my knees catches the wrinkled desert earth thirst......

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...At Cafe Bacho This evening we sat in Cafe Bacho on King George street after House of the Flying Daggers The most poetic film I ever saw I said And I sank into a romantic triangle which......

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...Paint Me Ablaze paint me ablaze like Rome start from the head eyeballs mouth nose castle hills via neck harnessed dusty roads long hands fingers of books waist stomach ki......

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...Next to the Blue House Next to the blue house there was silence and an espresso machine For six shekels I could break off my rumbling stomach’s static economics And enter the collected fil......

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