Thursday, June 12, 2008

scheduled outrage at 3.pm

light above light, flowers?

this the fire us coughing, us, this?

hearted all driftings, smokes, rivers, small changes

come now this querray, come
O waiting emblem
pierced here

(this how walk we now this you?)

who are all of dead fascination, many-armed, begin
to assemble, assemble

our lights, look, spill out

windows only
into drunken sunbeams

boy no longer

caves in caves

vacant, unboned

(rats ever here in flood-

ways walk soft-loud
explosions)

silence now rain over fields clovered purple

in skirts, great skirts
forget
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