thorium dead drift

Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 28 Mar 2011 01:27:00 GMT

space tether flecked with cottonwood seeds

in liquid light

we crouch, thoughtless –

the harpy’s smile

white-coats nod: a caesarean death

great cities rise,

are extinguished,

in my lymph node

halt! the clan of the bald clam holds sway


under the coverlet,

“eggs” says Hiram

King William nods, flights of wrens thunder

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