Week 35: mail train from xanadu
 
August 25 – August 31
25.
We ride now sister
the mail train from xanadu
coleridge and us
26.
riding the mail train
knowing unlike coleridge
our words won’t be lost
27.
hit the mail train son
the letters are almost dry
my words are still wet
28.
adverbs for my love
adjectives for my lady
the sentence is death
29.
her face is marked up
her layout less than before
but better for it
30.
paragraphs again
the last refuge of scoundrels
punctuation marks
31.
the poet slumps drunk
the train has left the station
xanadu a dream