Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.
Monday, July 11, 2011
I.
I want to
transgress
into a whole space.
clattering image
stutters me,
struts and dis-
embodies me
but a sky scape
could moleculize
me so that
body and
memory
were vapor,
a weightless
global blanket.
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