January 4, 2011

re: txt poem

If we must then let’s leave
the way deep water wakes The way quiet
highways divide The way love does
for lamp posts Faster’n bread’n’butter

In the last stages of dismemberment
all signs of life pool resources All living
urgencies are reduced
either to resignations or greeds

From now on I will keep my eyes on
the small things and spell them
out With marks the size of grain I can
make wee sense of great loss

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