A Pigeon In The Sand
The woman reading
doesn’t notice the pigeon
standing by her feet.
The Pigeon As A Gadget
There’s no city here
but the pigeon switches on
my city thinking.
A Pigeon On A Rock
A pigeon watches
from one rock. A wave crashes
against another.
The Pigeon As A Shore Bird
As the Sun goes down
I ask, “Where do beach pigeons
go when it’s dark out?”
“Well, Holden Caulfield”—
she calls me Holden Caulfield
but that’s not my name—
“we’re lucky we know
where to go when it’s dark out.”
She thinks we’re lucky.
The Pigeons Of Atlantis
Brave birds. They stay gray
when everything around them
is a bright color.
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A Perfect Day For Love And Squalor
Red Bull, Hershey’s And A Woman Yawning
The Ax Ismail/Holden Caulfield Connection
Der Gelbe Hai
“Questi Cazzi Di Piccione”
A Fun Offering To The World Gadget
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