Song for Unstrung Lute Perhaps by Robert F. Gross

fly oooo thoughts
let me fall
in heaps of prose

sleep on wet
pavement dream
of nothing doing

fly ooooooo thoughts
let me dissolve
in fullness of forgot

mazes traced
in distracted pools
of lose forget-me-knots

with gentle
let love’s lunacy

fly oooooooooo thoughts
drift thought less
thought less
above me weirdly

Robert F. Gross 2
Robert F. Gross just finished directing Love for Sale at Manhattan’s SoHo Playhouse. He’s hanging out at present in Rochester, NY, writing, and doing volunteer archival work at the Visual Studies Workshop. Poems of his have lately appeared in Anti-Heroin Chic, Literary Orphans, and Strange Poetry.

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