Meditations X
a word is elegy to the
constellation of perception.
Neutrinos piercing us from dead stars
evil eye holing the head.
Words in the mouth are tongues
kissing and being kissed.
Memory, a silver fish like sperm
swimming back to seed.
They say bread resembles wheat rising in summer
the warmth of breasts.
The invisible gesture
greeting against the cheek,
Mourning negotiated in timber
The tenderness lost in the one sound.
posted by Jes at 8:42 PM
3 Comments:
They say alot
of things we can know only
here the shrink of legs rubbing
together found forces the clipping
gray without the second mouth
scared or half smiling into sounds
like the first time we made up
is only constant with special stance a part but looking here
a hole taking in as much as not
grasping at the at it all
Chandler Fritz, Where are you in time and space? Sylvia, Lauren and I have been wracked with worries. Then, today I remembered something you said about a blog. I can't be poetic until I get an email from you. Google me at Hamline,Graduate School of Liberal Studies.
Sandy Beach
Everyone else, excuse the personal message, please. PS I wrote my Cantos.
Tristan, send me your email address at
jloren4322@yahoo.com. the site invite asks for your address-
J
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