Wednesday, July 19, 2017

nor in nor out

endogenous flashes in my
coffin glue and saw a
dust-deep bed bu
rsts beneath my eye You
with water to rise by
falling tissue dance en
visioned as a blank un
libro torturado como car
ne de lavandería churns
was We at the roots of
doors the windows exogenous
foaming saw You in the blood
of envelopes me in the flo
oded hope could see a
lightproof pod of songs was
oil hosing from the dark anus
was the basement steps the cra
ckling concrete floor was my
face in sssleep

With lines from Jim Leftwich,

Synonymous Pronoun Poems, 1993


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