ridiculously narrow women
poured into black spandex
circle their own cool shadows
pencil thin
wandering free form
over the illusion of abstract leafless branches
interrupted sunlight scatters
down the edge of tree lined streets
medicated on reduction
addicted to the mime of nonchalance
impracticable geometric equations
numb conclusions
whose length times width
invariably
equal distortion.
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BY NEIL BROSNAN
BITTER POEMS: nouveau math
