Sunday, May 17, 2009

rope one in

Yesterday, I wrote a poem.  I really like it. Actaully, I think I am done with it.

rope one in

we swim in greek flair
   a trapped propellor
   split in the breeze

are you speaking before you
  back think?

a hunch rip from the spine

a seed plays out its goal 
when curves are sewn together

& i like your hips
like spades for the tabletop

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