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this fiction of mine laboured tightly in the skull of memories and mysteries worked to the wheel by furies who deal the willing thread in...

Saturday, July 21, 2012

rock fragments

to John Genzale


(gu)itars...and screams
spun the roomful effervescent
rising to sink the precious
drowned directly with night
and at night's end washed
his face over an impossible

lightning strikes color on bright
the bay dawns the levee holds
mr (t) hits the floor
we become distance instantly
soon silence
and when perception awakes
all begins anew the sun's eyes
within reach telephones ring
steps trample on the questio

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