Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Two Poems

Chewed Fog

snow lab my

lettered eye . type

drops

my moon

blot face

glow the single in your stone

meat


Ways Grey For River

always now the float shows

statues latest

for


basket fleece language

spring glass bruises

are


rings gone

salt keyboard

on bell, out, over subterranean ping clock halt


afield bench of

banks forethought


note

the card mouth

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