Thursday, February 07, 2008

Zen arrow frogs

they got the Gambinos finally
that scrub and vinland olive heart attack
gave me shudders as if what
somewhere out there snipers

wait for Saint Augustine

roads from Marseilles
to the channel divides us like
feelings that you thinking don't think even
that unstated passive aggressive

has poisoned my boys
I see them slip away like dead

lovers unreachable in slight titanics of silence

who now among the serried ranks
of angels will cry shit your hair so dreadful

has grown
ugly and full of frogs so tiny
phyllobates as all hell froze eggs
of deep resonant night

dip your arrows here in my back
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