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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Two Poems

Holy 3-Dimension

Day in day
The wavelength I ride
Goes up and down like
Carousel saddles in the sun
When it buckles
I see
The many colors that make black
When it binds
I feel
The white from every color
Dyed and threaded through
the Eye of an angel

Wasteland, The

The mare slammed her
Foot into the grass of the
The dew dropped its
Droplets into the mud of the
Spades blossomed, Queens and Kings
Made love and the Jack watched over
Eleven bastard children