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three poems by howie good
close to the edge
Assembled from titles of
artworks by Gavin Turk
1
The gods are wringing
their great worn hands.
Bags begin to fly.
Think about tomorrow or don’t.
2
Injuries also occur
in the language.
Use bombs wisely.
A dead shark isn’t art.
3
Ex-monarchs remember
a past of wars and waltzes
as they wait for death,
portrait of something
I’ll never really see.
4
Thank you,
have a nice day,
everyone
I have ever
slept with.