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

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Mr. Modica's wake

waking waking one hand
shaking the wax shoulder
of a being once breathing.
Beneath the coffin, a
profusion of flowers
whets noses like
strangled and careful
summer.  
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