Midsummer XXIX
Glen Armstrong
I could send my voice out
Into the world with its satchel
Full of folk blues
In search of a few beautiful sentences
A Japanese puzzle box
Defiled again
Telephone again
Sleeplessness
This world / parts of it
I strive to resist
Wear me down
I need coffee where my voice
Should be / be effective
I need liquor / an ear / an audience
Oh voice
You’ve always been
My favorite
Body part but the artless
Quarter you offer
My thoughts
Is criminal.
Summer/Fall 2015
9