Name Your Passing
fortress of my thrashing ,claw stammer ,gas cor
ected in my anus was that a door .g rime
sod a fork cloud and my number’s cup
I was eating I was folding I was paged inside the
sandwich fell beneath the sink .read an claw all
ways out .or splashed with slaw I glimmer in
the pork coast far across the day .I was slumber
I was shroud I was quaking like your teeth
fiss
//
ure
In Time ,Almost
the laundry fist the storm hum the .iss
uance of licking off the dog calm leave the
blood on the stone .the sun will eat the rain
will eat the .waves ,corn ,empty head a
can of beans rolls under my chair my
left eye burns my right ...filled with butter
sees the smoke ,wanders off the list or form
.stunned and ticking my ,sock alone
whole the hole
just
yapyapaypay
an fiddle
o sore
eros o
chhairs
.)mustard(.
)bun mist(
fortress of my thrashing ,claw stammer ,gas cor
ected in my anus was that a door .g rime
sod a fork cloud and my number’s cup
I was eating I was folding I was paged inside the
sandwich fell beneath the sink .read an claw all
ways out .or splashed with slaw I glimmer in
the pork coast far across the day .I was slumber
I was shroud I was quaking like your teeth
fiss
//
ure
In Time ,Almost
the laundry fist the storm hum the .iss
uance of licking off the dog calm leave the
blood on the stone .the sun will eat the rain
will eat the .waves ,corn ,empty head a
can of beans rolls under my chair my
left eye burns my right ...filled with butter
sees the smoke ,wanders off the list or form
.stunned and ticking my ,sock alone
whole the hole
just
yapyapaypay
an fiddle
o sore
eros o
chhairs
.)mustard(.
)bun mist(
2 Comments:
Some might call this experimental, I call it poetry.
all real poetry is experimental, you have to go into it not knowing what you're going to say. and also it's experimental in the Spanish sense of the world, which includes the idea of experiencial -
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home