Thursday, March 8, 2012


i'm anchoring chains
in crumble edge mud just

sit on my shoulder
reserve for me your most dire       sighs

wrap my little neck
with a green switch tail whip

these dreams sap me:

my toes clutching shale
where yours almost        touch

the wind gnawing out my ears

i snatch loose flying paper, pry open
notebooks, find vast grids

my name
scrawled in every cell

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