Tuesday, September 18, 2007

part one to the new chapbook by me

How the ocean fell upon me once
tapering to a slender point
all that I’d forgotten

I was a channel, suddenly
less virulent
decayed against the blast of
rust or oak

a new ignorance became a new living arrangement
and later, the marriage bed:

inambulatory in feeling
      or intolerable
      or maybe I was only hungry

or I was in the woods
wanting to be in the water.



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