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admissions win a price
remember dainties by a nile of
dazzled sun-cooked pigskin flutes
nothing remains of these remains
biceps travel lighter by ghost might forgives & gravity wields
every bland fortune’s grinwipe From "Dragon Verses", Dusty Owl Press (2009)
Adjacent Amateurs
Along the S of the galaxy’s
curve, excitement as amourous
as a stickleback fish’s
to red. Focus bends the
glass-magnified light into my
simian eye. Gods & heroes tattoo the dome with antique comic book
constellations. Sun & planet hurtle
down a lone vertice – one going around. Those first nanoseconds,
our shared distance impossibly
close. Cosmology’s beguiling. But, enough about me:
how’ve you been since then? |
