I like running my hands over marble statues
in churches and cathedrals.
I like putting dead sea shells
over my eyes pretending to be a sea monster.
I am confused by the sharpness of numbers.
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- For far too long now poetry has been in the hands ...
- FAILED DREAM MEETING
- ONCE MORE (AGAIN)
- AMERICAN ROOFTOP
- BURGLARS TREMBLE TOO
- neither is the ancient rule amisse
- Mapped on a Blueprint
- INDIAN RICE
- ENVY
- THE DIALOGUE OF BODIES
- THE CHEAT
- SPECULATIONS
- HOLD ON
- UNDERNEATH THE CONDITIONING
- THE GARDEN
- I BELIEVE MYSELF
- NIGHT FACES
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1 comment:
is this all new poetry that you are writing, or is it from the vaults?
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