Wednesday, September 14, 2005



all packed in
genocidal swamp
after crumbs of after lives
wormwood desperation

in the eventual, I have given
all my limbs extract
all walls cave & roofs collapse

whose math
whose murmur
whose orange path

dividends paid
verities laid waste

one girl cries from the window:
my home is yours

feral loop
minute affairs unattended

hand held
of other making ancient salt

men from boys
wisdom moored
cracked clay roots

pimpled sarah & her blue baby
cross the nouns of st. peter
belly taut / shattered dreams

— do not leave —

mission burned:

down viaduct
down angels
down violet bloom.

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