Friday, January 13, 2006

egg talk

the sea is a turtle
bound for her beach
whatever the moon
ugly, necessary
numbers are hell
no one way to lay to
bury guilt
yet many, many
models: legal or
juridical or
theological or
I dreamt love
was mere belly-gloss
was retched and wretched
scutes-tempted shove-spew or
was pact
was hurt
was cost
was loss. So
confound your palms-together kneeling
an arribada
on yer balancing

we are boundary
not sea
the real is a predator

i love this
Hello AnnMarie

Interesting ideas here but a bit hard to read both syntax-wise and visually in that blue box.

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