Read an Excerpt from Elton Glaser’s Prizewinning Poem, “Morning with Injured Air”Posted: April 5, 2016
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What kind of dreams seep up from downy pillows?
Women in all their flesh and finery,
Swivel of bellies, long legs whistling with silk.
Thank God, it’s too soon
For the bronze appeal of church bells.
Isn’t silence sweeter to heaven than those brute tongues?
Hair at odds with itself, I wrangle a Lucky
From the wrecked pack, and pour into my mug
Black acid from the day before.
I wish this milk came from cows
With the map of Europe on their bony rumps,
And these eggs from peahens in a pear tree.
I want a morning strange as gypsy earrings
On a nun, anything to make my heart
Backfire and grind into second gear.