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Jim Carroll

Breakfast Poem

First morning air of ocean grief
down Brighton Ave. flow like solid
raft through calm river . . . Bus gunning
engine in the grey expanse garage . . .
 
this stuttering earth . . ..
 
I want you to hear the flux
 
inside the shell, the hell inside
 
the nun, the nun inside the
 
moon . . .
 
cartoon.

(1975)

1/7/75

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