Mayakovsky's Revolver: Poems, Paperback/Matthew Dickman

from "Mayakovsky's Revolver" I keep thinking about the wa blackberries will make the mout of an eight year old look like he's a ghos that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can se my older brother walking through the tall brus of his brain. I can see him standin in the lobby of the hotel alone, crying along with the ice machine