"Cold

IT'S COLD- CONCRETELY COLD
IN STONE COLD KILLER COLD NYC
AND ME- CAUGHT COLD HAND -IN AMERICA
CAUGHT BETWEEN-COLD RAIN-COLD WIND-AND
OLD COLD FRIENDS-WHO DIG-THEIR AMERICAN
COLD PSYCHIC PAIN-IT'S-SO DAMN-COLD-DAMP DIRTY
COLD-TURNS ME OLD-CUTS MY BLACK BEAUTY AND SOUL
CAUGHT UP-IN THE-FOLD OF-COLD AMERICA"


from*TEDUCATION*
selected poems by Ted Joans
Coffee House Press, 1999

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Ted Joans in Paris with
Nick Piombino, Toni Simon, Charles Borkhuis and Laura Corsiglia {click here}