Monday, March 14, 2016

the wavering signal

brimming tides your tires
undulation sod or eye
deployed that sand snake
talking to a window shade or
sheet floating in the
equinox its blind static
throat asemics smothered
by the door sunk inside
the hieroglyph a pool of
clouds could be the
day or clock could
be the motel vibration
is your crumpled will
your paper be ,rustling in the
ditch beside the highway

Restless in Ivan Argüelles'
Coffin Texts”


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