Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Poetry Wednesday


Sharing water from a jar we
talk about the day our
air conditioner fell two stories
and killed no one we
wipe salt from our upper lips, remember
being cool.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Moreover, the Moon ---
by Mina Loy

Face of the skies
over our wonder.

truant of heaven
draw us under.

Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,

touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles

Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.

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