Steve Dalachinsky
as collage / p1



2

some weird thing happened
with phasing
wit
humor
double meaning
a sort of symmetry in the
cemetery
the business of dignity
& acts of friendship as
business as ½ truths
idiot mittens
penelope’s lament
the old man looking a
month older

there is this stiff blue-tailed bird
lying on a heap of garbage
on the west side highway
blood-stained & stiff & it’s cold
& there’s a blue-red neon sign
above its head forming an arc
that reads something beautiful
something beautiful to go around
YOU – i think or am or think i am
a halo stuck inside a rock – living there
embodiment of a halo in a rock
the river smelling like fallen leaves

Steve Dalachinsky, as collage, p2

 
 
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