Saturday, April 23, 2005

Poem: hills, boroughs

Following a stamped impression   destiny destined     something like
fruit and a stand, the end of a driveway and selling
emptied filled old tin cans tapped sugar from spines of trees the
liquid turned cold cash made money made time made a

To entrances and frames and farms and houses of
hills and boroughs and roads and graves to
points of grammar, lofty, air stove fires lead to
sentences burning
wood food love
dug from the earth

Our presumptions inventions lesions to distances
drawn underneath the creek togethered delineate the loss of
a life

boots from rubber once something else
purchases from old necessity
what use in a city
how does

and when

followed suit
weight gain in appropriate spots cause reaction
force and

fuel for stored up energy


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