Tom Andrews
CPC Readings
Wednesday, October 15, 1997
with Margaret Gibson
The School of the Art Institute of Chicago Ballroom
Poetry by Tom Andrews
At Burt Lake Continue reading
October dusk.
Pink scraps of clouds, a plum-colored sky.
The sycamore tree spills a few leaves.
The cold focuses like a lens. . .
Codeine Diary Continue reading this poem in Tom Andrews's book, The Hemophiliac's Motorcycle
There is a sleep like the long dissolve
of bone into brown dirt. The nurse carries
a paper cup, a syringe of that sleep…