I am putting this up late. I actually had it written in time, but the weekend was so busy, I slacked. I’m going to be less strict on myself now and say I have until the end of the day Thursday, April 30 to post 6 more poems.

By the way, the American sentence is a poetic form invented by Allen Ginsberg.

A Last Great
(an American sentence)

The trees dance joyously outside; their shadows thrash each other against the window like drunks on Lansdowne.

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