Sunday, September 6, 2015

the consonant stuck

on the slope died where
slope was tubes writ
hing from a pillow or
the laundered stones cr
acking in the suffixes'
passed air across the
sheet's blinding lang
uage like the sea of
lyrics eaten so the
letters would coughed
up be downside up a
mirror of burning
teeth as teeth were
boulders camera in
dexed in your fingers
fell across limp your
hand held your eye
vibration in the half-
remembered movie theater
when the lights closed down

While circling through Ivan Argüelles'
trobador” & “memory of light”


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