Saturday, February 20, 2010







"The Indwelling"

soggy pine needles
underfoot
jet-propelled verse facelift veils
much of the same red clay as always
rain on a windshield is rearranging rain
as the last sun fades
i could close my eyes & sleep
magic touch
of shatter each thing that i may encounter
and rubble pushed aside to reveal
familiar bodies


Leftover Wine.


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