Archive for April 17th, 2011

jungle cat

By Ben Adams

at 11 p.m. wednesday I return
five books of poetry borrowed
from the barr smith library

having scanned through each of them
in turn, finding nothing but
landscaped academia: the gordian lines

of creative writing professors who
squeeze conrad’s dark wilderness
into middle class backyards.

afterwards I light a cigarette and drive
to a strip club on hindley street
with bad lighting and no entry fee

where twenty dollars slipped in the palm
of a wide hipped blonde
leads me to a booth and i sit

drink in hand, looking up
between the double-d breasts of this
c-grade dancer:

the lines of her jungle cat body
like pages and pages
of unwritten

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