Thursday, January 27, 2011

Three Poems

Cotton Size

little is a together presence
you mark the taking plain
tables orbiting the
what
true skin
makes new


Sea is Film

in his dead meadow wheels
hounds
harpoon
ghost someone's categories not miniature you
black out for sex

muscle swim the phone call cameras the
roulette all eyes


Cathedral Pink

gun some phonics
christ

place
/own fame heard no
beauties of notes

no moan television no
fraudulence

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