Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

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I still dream
About laying in a camac
Floating, with nothing,
Not even an oar
No current
With fish sliding beneath.
The sun on my stomach
the sky sharp
And swimming distance
From the dry bareness of
The island.



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