Wednesday, May 10, 2006

A. "Newborn Ice"

A thousand days from the same chipped cup.
The mind stilled by a perfect word.

Demons in the Kush lift tentacle
Against it, there is nothing but perfect silence.

Crepuscular & classical guitar
Deranged by the perfect strangness

Of a day without coffee then resuming.
Iliotibial burqa, my hands perfect triangles.


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