Thursday, September 4, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
JUNK
This world is so full of junk
our veins can’t open enough
to absorb it
Waiting at the station
a freight train pulls through
bells laboriously clanging
open-ended bed after bed
filled with grey, shaled
rubbish, from some other dream
hollowed out, made weightless
trundling the past past
As we look on
glaze-eyed, late night
waiting for our next connection
Sunday, August 31, 2008
DIAGRAM
Thirst follows no tunnels, no maps. Thirst is a harrowed arithmetic, stuttered and freeze-framed.
Thirst is the snake swallowing itself
and we are the pilgrims shedding
a burnt offering, a chastened ember
to glow upon the bed of the tongue
and make stronger.
Thirst is the last word
gone up in flame, easy kindling.
Thirst is a release when nothing is left. Thirst is the dotted line
when you have no name to give.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
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