Corgan, Billy 2003
The river runs foul
from the gates where my father once stood
down to the apple trees
from mirror to the gutter
we run streaks of stardust
– Billy Corgan, “The River Runs Foul”
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A poem, if you will:
Gentle waves rise
just off the fingertips
All I breathe is mine
– Billy Corgan, “Blinking with Fists (and other caterpillar tales)”
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