Wednesday, February 4, 2009

buried at sea

tentative personal grift, resolution of tissue
barnacles on the hull
descent is a stasis if not a slow sickness
whole things are sinking now, sinking solid
who so ever it was
decent though they were
who she is sleeping with
the fishes
warm sense of woman
and a hallowed homecoming
salted silken whole and hungry
frosted rusty,
slowing, always, slowing,
speak of the colors
quickly now
say the colors

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