Fortune Cookies: Poems by Andrew Cox

I Know a Man

Apologies to Creeley

I said to my friend who is a thrill seeker, let's stuff ourselves into the cockpit of a jet airplane, a car is not fast enough, Jesus, he said, because he likes to swear, that's a f__ing brilliant idea and I said John, as I like to address people, John, I said, Damn, he said, watch where you are going, you almost hit that thunderhead, for which I drank a glass of water rapidly to stop myself from burping and say much of this wrongly and cannot stop the darkness from surrounding us.

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