Thursday, December 14, 2006

Hello Chord

Take the cord, this sack
Of homeless shoes, shiners

Back bones of the snakes I spoke to

Tinkling with light. Some you can
Just barely see, freezing dawn.

Here, this postage rivets
To the one yard line,

This sack is impending, you bet,
This loose seam

Okays in the building’s foundation.

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