Specular reflections

Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 20 Jun 2008 00:30:00 GMT

that sweet abyss:
“yes, yes”

shot full of holes, the substance of our dreams

Sklar, Gibson, and Yong –
their lungs full of
something grey…

floors turn into ceilings (halfway there)

she had to go back…
the smell of burning hair

the purple ones are the girls, I think

there, boy, look!
that nebula there
that was your father

I count the stars; each one flares and dims

he tells her
“put on your other face,
the other

flecked with hot sauce: angel wings, deep-fried

text, don’t write:
my senses have taken
leave of me

they took a risk. who remembers them?

the loudest prayer
ever said…

and it was answered

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