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


bedbirds

under the coverlet,

“eggs” says Hiram


King William nods, flights of wrens thunder


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