June 21, 2010

re: txt poem

Is it unfinished business that prompts
a ghost to haunting Or is it the old ego
running rampant Envious of
touch and smell and thought

Since tireless roaming legs at last
give out Lungs let out a final sigh
wearied of air The furtive sun
liquifies one last unclosed eye

What wonders of construction and mucus
Peristaltic action and a thousand other
more deliberate mechanisms Leaky
but nonetheless a home

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