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.