January 9th, 2010

Neil Ellman

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Noon. A dry martini at the beach bar, a man swizzles his ‘stache. Bond. Jaime Bond, he says. I’m stalled out by the pool watching birds shit on lounge chairs.
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In a bubble bath
Of Kandinsky shapes
A universe of rings
Circling in an orbit

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