Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Pronoun ‘Me’





Today your spirit was so fluid
had it been a river
you’d have sluiced with it into a sea
that would have conjugated

yet another sea and then another
sea to give you an unprecedented,
if much less distinct, impression
of the pronoun ‘me.’







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God's Eye


I'm a stye
in God's eye.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Woman, Man


Superimposition
of too many planes
& lines & angles -
 
chaos till you
see it as a plan.
Woman, man.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Current State of You


Rumpled inexactitudes --
crumpled points-of-view:
Welcome to the current
state of you.









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Here We All Are Anyway



Roots go deep,
they say,
and tangle into
strangling disarray
But here we all
are anyway.










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In Blood

 
Her words
all flood.
She writes
in blood.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Works of Art


Works of Art contrive to feed.
Few succeed.
But just today two bits of it
began to breathe! And breed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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