Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


by James Evers

I have places hiding
in each piece of boredom

latchkeys and bulkheads
sheds and boxes

I live on black horses
with a dogs head
tied to my mop,
like the last Oprichnik

I have hiding places,
in definite cracks,
in clattering deeps

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