Thursday, September 27, 2012

WAKING POEMS

I.
I KEEP RAPT
PRISTINE IS THE NIGHT IS LONG

ALL THE WHILE
WORDS MELD A LIFE A SILENCE

SALIENCE A SPRING
AND PERMANENCE IS NOTHING IS NOTHING

BUT HOOVES
THAT RING THE NIGHT THE GALLANT

II.
THE SUN IS UNPACKING ITS HEAD IN THE SKY
AND MY EYES BLINK ALIVE IN A CRUST FROM THE SEA
ITS SKIN THE ROBE FROM LUNG TO FOOT
WHAT WILL BE LEFT HERE ARE THOUGHTS OF DROWNING

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