Wednesday, April 6, 2011

phantasm

in quartet, on the beach - first, blue.

first, horizontal. first, upward. I stared

singing singed by, it would, iron picket
wicket-and-ball-chain mallet

put away for a plainer day, grassier climes, hillside
not seaside, by the dunes.

she did not appear early, too seemly reckless overpressed
to cotton to. ribbon falls, and flat.

or, linger and tired maulings of hereditation - trepidation any
way, leaves and green sprout up shoot scrappily.

tell from eisler her range methodical, unused keep
her song lights brightest dimmed when you saw.

like way station blanks fine-lined were quick but heavy dust
nature all carrion to ferry meander.

I win, spring sprung! last in, side, it's go
never seeps but soul's tooth.

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