well!
it reads like a perfect collage poem.
such fun with rhythm
KS
On 01/04/2008, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> You are on your own
> Bones fall from her sack
>
> You build
> Nothing upon nothing
> Flames are hatched
>
> She grinds pepper
> Better devices will be sought
> Feather to thigh
>
> Hot butter will blind
> The hidden eye
>
> Take the poems out
> The fallen body
> Up on poles
> Make them dry
>
> Banners flap at history
> Poems squeak against us
>
> Language on lips
> Fabricates into bronze tears, wrinkled
> Memory in a frieze.
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> Stephen Vincent
> from the "Trellis" series
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