Spring 2004 • Vol. XXVI No. 2 Poetry |

Of Thee I Sing

The claim of a hoax more than a hoax underneath our skirts where oceanic musings froth at the mouth—patrons fed up with the Feds still kowtowing to that souped-up pimpmobile piling on the schmooze. The Beltway really cooking now with stockpiled nukes from Russia missing—ten kilograms enough to pack a suitcase bomb and liquefy storefront glass— a stolen ramp badge last seen slung on some hijacker's neck.

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Timothy Liu’s next book, Luminous Debris: New & Selected Legerdemain (1992-2017), will be out next year. He lives in Manhattan and Woodstock, NY. www.timothyliu.net

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