Poems of the Week – Graham Foust

FOUR POEMS BY GRAHAM FOUST   1984 Look at the sky, go back inside. Cocaine makes its way to Wisconsin. The TV’s thick with burial, hilarious with seed, and while the moon, my mind, and the real world stay home, I will walk walk walk unkilled around a new year’s clumsy gallows. Anything’s impossible. I’mContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Graham Foust”