March 2012
2 posts
public poems
the ignorant riots over
a breathed contract. near
a bath talks
a salt bookshop.
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hesitate uncertain
those fault lines
longer
than the length
of my arm
but they’re folded
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what after tells it
limping wire
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strange fixture
what a coincidence?
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blue walls
a stuffed animal
three actors
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gray could sense dislocation
but a pickup could blush
then flesh would...
“I thought that if I where broken enough I would see the light”
– Robert Creeley 