R.G. Johnson
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crimson lionessA Poem by R.G. Johnsoncrimson lioness she exits the train as an orchard apple; red shoes, unscuffed, hung from smooth wind-rhythm branches. as she rolls the stre.. |
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clumsy headsA Poem by R.G. Johnsonclumsy heads bend poems and gods into stale bottled shapes. no laud given to masters or prophets, but the prostitution of their genius and the .. |
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noisy angelsA Poem by R.G. Johnsonnoisy angels |
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