Tuesday, August 24, 2004

impermanent tenses 1

many
ways to
talk through pulp


glass
the skin
mistakes of language


talking
within each
other in pursuit


our
own best
and holy season


still
singing in
the gloaming gut


and
hung beating
rivvim the reflection


I
give up
in the stroke


the
body fails
even its excuses


I
watch myself
lost inside myself


self's
changing ratio
letterbox pan widescreen


hear
little stings
from phones redundant


testing
situation with
the real/ word


life
takes place
on planets sleek


smoky
we travel
our uncertain seats


cheeky
corners render
moments of disappearance


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