Sam Robinson

Joke in the Style of Ezra Pound

Ugly people on the subway
Brown leaves on a wet black bough

Après-Moi et La Deluge

Milk tea and a called card in heavy rain
This world will never be the same
As it never has been
Becoming, as it is
If it can be said to be at all
Fire for all things and all things for fire
Panta rhei
Trash and leaves down the street
I awoke in the morning and every landmark was gone