April 3, 2008

Bild, 1959 by Franz Wright

Kudos to Stephen Schenkenberg who posted about this delightful ditty by Franz Wright:

Bild, 1959

the bourbon’s level
descended in the bottle
his voice would grow
lower and more
indistinct, like a candle flame
under a glass

Sunlight in the basement room

So he reads to me
disappearing
When he is gone

I go over
and secretly taste his drink

Mushroom cloud of sunset

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