Saturday, January 5, 2013

and too how and and why are

like our
myths or
at the tip of the throat

resting on life
like an urge to taste
or being the pale shadow
on the edge of moving light

just as something as nothing

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013


a heartbeat carried down stairs
but still was only here like now

with all the words left out

a love smuggled out in truth
so everything agreed

in steps patterned after themselves
in tender tones

spoken gently
all into one voice