Memory is the Great Anti-Museum
Memory is the great anti-museum makes New Jersey the garden of states petro-whiff of ghost ground finally thawing out soft enough to plant a spade into maybe start emptying the town tomb we’re running out of places to put them long winter windward side of the lake clotted with styro-flotsam a good place to hide your god behind besotted dodgers nobody else besides it’s odious to ransack a sepulcher a poem that upon first hearing delivers great joy should never be heard from again.
