The Faces Are Gnawing At My Walls But Have Not Yet Come In (circa 1967)
Poem (circa 1967)
Excerpt
The Faces Are Gnawing At My Walls But Have Not Yet Come In
the yellow walls have faces divided into blocks and out
of ice-cube windows
the world wanders by --
sticks and hints of world...
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Appears in Magazines
- Entrails - no. 4, 1967, pg. 48