Ink Node: Aaron Balkan

Inauguration Day

2009-06-19T07:00:00-07:00

The music says Simple Gifts are hidden somewhere in the middle.
And that they’ll arrive. It says the President himself is turning around in his chair to listen to variations upon variations upon…
And the man playing the cello, like the man playing the violin,
...

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Imaginary Stanzas

2009-04-07T07:00:00-07:00

There was a pipe that ran along the roof of the shithouse
made of shined copper
and a pay phone encircled by sunflowers
and more often than not
it rang when I passed.
Sometimes, scribbling in my notebook:
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Same Train

2009-02-01T20:54:28-08:00

No velocity.
No mechanical voice or human sleep.
When I got to the top of the hill called
Rhubarb is susan not susan not seat
no poems.
Lips were
nope.
She did not lean.
No suffering, no...

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