Wednesday, November 7, 2012

HONOR

i named this
before i started.

the hidden parts
lifted out by alto factions.
singing reading.

many walks are down and back.
pushing into the wall
of a house.  bottom three feet
known, a shallow wooden washpool.

give over the big book of
bloodlet languages.
it's meet.  it's right.
it's dynamite under a friend's pillow.
it's lit, i lit it.

when the short laborer
beats his chest in the story,
i imagine the sound of 
the breastbone cracking
before heart massage
before they call it.

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