The Muddlers
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) outdoor glasses open to lonely winter promise our Indians the reservations sold we affirm our …
Category Archives: Spam Poetry
Loft Story
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) shall we get our guns? our phone rings at least once a day and MA …
Rolled Steel Elegy
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) prisoners at any expense and nothing on earth to be done she was the cause …
Our Night of Long Knives
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) we looked with cold eyes on the little men standing in our gardens and gravely …
New Orleans Lament
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) begging and praying more incredulous than ever we turned our backs on silent fancies dull …
