The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

This poem was originally typeset in uppercase.

§ One

YOU ARE
   TELLING ME
   THAT YOU
CAN MAKE
IT
   THAT
WE
   CAN

   BUT
I AM
NOT EVEN
   SURE
OF THE COLOR
OF THE
   SKY


§ Two

WHO
   MADE ME
   A HERO
WHO SAT
ME DOWN
   HERE
FOR A SOLILOQUY
OF BURNT
   SAND
   AND MULTI
LIMINAL
DESPERATION

   WHICH BRINGS
US
   TO


§ Three

ALL
   IN ALL
   SOMEBODY ELSE
IS PULLING THE STRINGS
   IGNORANCE
IS SUCH A NASTY
WORD
   IN THE LANGUAGE

I HAVE TO GO
   NOW


§ One

   I WILL GO
   TO SLEEP

THINK
ABOUT
   YOU

I
   WILL