December 18, 2010

re: txt poem

Look the hunt outspread stay sleek
A skate upon a sky eye cannot seek
A vise equipped by knives
his tail the color of cracked red pine

Chasing fata morgana the broad black
stripe humming a shimmer We built
ourselves into maze corrals
and clevered to call these freeways

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