Sunday, October 5, 2008
ABSOLUTES
You can declare anything, can’t you?
Your thirst never falters in wine-dark seas.
There is a bureaucratic redundancy
in your wish list of tidily apocalyptic
end-days. Your story the last story,
to end all others, all storms, your word
alive only in the shroud of the last
innocent animal you skinned to keep
yourself warm.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
REPORT
There’s a report right here
that proves the frail elegy
of fireflies.
Fold it up, repent.
Reinvent bird song at dawn.
Let the sky close.
Let the sky close down.
Multitudes pulling
up stubborn roots that proclaim
they hold stuffed visages.
Sell the incision quick,
so that your name be doused
before the next dotted line.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
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