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Amy Beeder
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I see you shuffle up Washington Streetwhenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf
hands in your pockets, a smoke dangling slack
from the slit of your pumpkin mouth,
humped over like the eel-man or geek,
the dummy paid to sweep out gutters,
drown the cats. Where are you going now?
Though someday you\'ll turn your gaze
upon my shadow in this tinted glass
I know for now you only look ahead
at sidewalks cracked & paved with trash
but what are you slouching toward — knee-locked,
hippity, a hitch in your zombie walk, Bighead?
© 2004, Amy Beeder
From: Poetry, Vol. 183, No. 5, February
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 183, No. 5, February
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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I see you shuffle up Washington Streetwhenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf
hands in your pockets, a smoke dangling slack
from the slit of your pumpkin mouth,
humped over like the eel-man or geek,
the dummy paid to sweep out gutters,
drown the cats. Where are you going now?
Though someday you\'ll turn your gaze
upon my shadow in this tinted glass
I know for now you only look ahead
at sidewalks cracked & paved with trash
but what are you slouching toward — knee-locked,
hippity, a hitch in your zombie walk, Bighead?
From: Poetry, Vol. 183, No. 5, February
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