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Cluster index: Jesse Glass


Jesse Glass: ‘Pain—grim tapdancer, Fred Astaire of the last rites,
Amelia Earhart of the subconscious:
little blue plane with the black propeller
flying over the dark side of my heart!’

What they are discussing, and two more poems.

. By JESSE GLASS . What They Are Discussing.               Toothless Or teeth filed flat Slathered with cinnabar                Or powdered slate Eclipses gnawed away Sun                     Moon as Warrior ants a leaf All circling emptiness Jaguar-centuries Dragged bird men from their cries Or disemboweled Quetzel-feathered shadows Rippling down sunlit Temple steps When Xipe Totec […]