Our slum city’s known as Hallucinatory Trap.
Diamond stickpins are plucked off the vests
of  — of — of — of — of  — of — of —  of






 And now the truth. It’s really so fantastic!!!
       See those haunches? Deserters moving again
 against the wind. Uh huh. Against the wind

Poems by Kenward Elmslie are used by permission of The Estate of Kenward Elmslie.