At The Zoo

by: Alfred Starr Hamilton

On the back of an invoice
I wrote my name in large Capitalist June Blue Letters

And because money was involved
And so was my name ever in jeopardy

On the back of the same invoice
I rewrote my name in large Capitalist June Blue Letters

And in Leopardy and in Jeopardy
I resolved, dissolved upon a radical eradicator

Inking in, dissolving upon
Jeopardizing in my own name in large Capitalist June Blue Letters

Delirium

The black snow runs down from the rooftops;

A red finger dips into your brow;

Blue snow flakes sink into the empty room,

They are a lover’s dying mirrors.

Heavy and torn to pieces the mind muses,

Follows the shadow in the mirror of blue snow flakes,

The cold smile of a deceased harlot.

The evening’s wind weeps in the scent of carnations.

- Georg Trakl, 1913