2012/01/31

window

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no window no clasp no betrayed no betrayal no ice no echoes no code no apology no peppers dripping with rain no skeletal ink no theft no dog and pony no prayer no old assent no primary contact no blame no nude photos no rind no injunction no writ no startling harmony no ice in the dams no bleaching sun no promise no market no big brass band no ill-fit archways no soil no shard no spying no chest pains no stick figure no reach no trellis in the spring no figure eight no polygraph no floating candles no trouncing no jaw no incendiary green no mirror no crow-tree

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blacked over, still a fine glass

2012/01/30

Injunction

“Variety of keys, ways to be”

— of course these could never appear, scratchy lilt, meager sauces. The idea to be… well, you know that old story. No ending, or many. And all the signs to fill in along the way. It’s a revolving door, and no poets stop it, but you’re, at least, dribbling a little something in the corner. “If there were only a way to leverage this to make it more.” So what is outdoing it there, anyway, poking around, making it new, or whatever. But do, whatever you do, look.

2012/01/29

Cleaning House

What one might think
notable shards --
evidence -- at the tip of whose
tweezers -- boxed,
unlabeled, falling
occasionally in increasingly
dirty arrays.
Proof, at least, of an attempt to prove.