Sunday, June 24, 2018


. . . . . . .
in my hissing ear nostril
flag or worm crawls up a
wall the slippery light's
your ring of silent trees
never chew the fog
chew yr hand text dis
solves ay rededissolution
over half the visage circle
over half the sussuration sink
over half the skull's elastic strap

in my singing ear your
opened voice your
closing voice your
rabbit smeared with ink

the swallowed moon
ringing was a coin
flicflikering as it sinks



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