tonight
as a dream
of ocean,
there is seaweed,
a corsage
on my wrist,
sand in my nails;
my window was open
to the stars,
mirrors to
mad poetry.
Archive for December 26, 1991
Untitled poem #-11
Posted: December 26, 1991 in PoetryTags: Dream, Mirror, Ocean, Sand, Stars, Window
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Ghoul Flesh or Mr. Gnarly Rides Again
Posted: December 26, 1991 in PoetryTags: Bones, Mister Gnarly, Skull, Stone, Wood
I count the bones
rained from above
which sound like wood
dropped on stone
when they fall.
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If I could,
I think I’d love
the long bones
most of all,
and the skulls.
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