Poetry
David Shapiro Poetry
Lindsay Stamms: My Sandal Mist
My sad tan slim
Sandy mat dim
My sandal mist.
My land mist as –
My mad tin lass!
My sad tan slim
Dynamism salt.
Stay damn slim.
My sandal mist.
My sand lint Sam-
My sand slit am-
My sad tan slim-
My Dan slit Sam-
My mild tan ass
My sandal mist.
My damn salt is-
My damn it lass-
My sad tan slim
My sandal mist.
For the Jewish Objectivists
After C.R.
Seeds or snow
Not everyone can tell
There is a blessing for being blessed
And a blessing for catastrophe
But is there a blessing for a house split open by
Seeds of snow
So that everyone sees through you
As if you were a grey door
Contributor
David ShapiroDavid Shapiro is the author of more than 20 books, including January, Poems from Deal, A Man Holding an Acoustic Panel, The Page-Turner, Lateness, House (Blown Apart), To an Idea, After a Lost Original, and the forthcoming Burning Interior. He is a past recipient of the award for experimental poetry, given every three years by the National Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters.
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