Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GHAZALS: 23, by JAMES HARRISON



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First Line: I imagined her dead, killed by some local maniac who
Last Line: Sack in my teeth. At the dump I pause to snarl at a rat.
Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim
Subject(s): Anger; Drinks & Drinking; Relationships; Wine


I imagined her dead, killed by some local maniac who
crept upon the house with snowmobile at low throttle.

Alcohol that lets me play out hates and loves and fights;
in each bottle is a woman, the betrayer and the slain.

I insist on a one-to-one relationship with nature.
If Thursday I'm a frog it will have to be my business.

You are well. You grow taller. Friends think I've bought you
stilts but it is I shrinking, up past my knees in marl.

She said take out the garbage. I trot through a field with the
sack in my teeth. At the dump I pause to snarl at a rat.





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