Monday, October 27, 2003
No Forwarded Address
The magic of Buck Downs' mail poems is that they keep coming to my former addresses long after I've moved. I know for a fact that the corrupt cop I rented a room from years ago still gets Buck mail. And if anyone needs a poem in his life, it's his sorry ass. A Vietnamese immigrant family moved into my last apartment. They still get the BD postcard from time to time. Maybe they think this is what America's all about. Poems from the capital are sent to welcome & disturb them- the Buck Downs American experience.
Frank Sherlock
Frank Sherlock
