Room 69 • Poetry Hotel 

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One Poem / Klisipisspshcuzt

 

                        

KILROY WAS  EVERYWHERE BUT HERE

 

Editors manage not to mangle

August Kleinzahler’s name.

Mine they desecrate reliably.

 

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High, so high in the Tree of Letters,

the topmost branches spread

their quilt of quiet shade

 

from Frankfurt to London to New York

where interns galley proof new work

from László Krasznahorkai.

 

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Among the nightingales, Knaussgaard

serenades the critics with a song about himself.

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