Tag: Simon Perchik
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Five Untitled Poems
Simon PerchikEast Hampton, New York, United States * Slowly the glass, half filled, halfmelting down for a slippernot yet hardened into light is flickering the way a moonstill sets itself on firethen changes into taking its time and you become an old womanwith a cane, around and aroundas if this rim at last remembers overflows…
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Poetry Series
Simon PerchikEast Hampton, NY, USA Without an address your handslean across –another creasemaking the final correction though this note still opens outwindblown, fingerprintseverywhere on her lips on her breasts, on the bed sheetfolded and over, warmedfor its nakedness and side by side –every word is already lostand there at the bottomwhere little blossoms should grow…