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

Friday, November 1, 2013

cold stop

The winter
            full of half breaths smoked
is the longest season:
            a whole life of cold.

The moon inhabits it
            like a coat.
Takes its stroll in forever
            street by street
Between trees: the textured perfection of their skins
Sliding on salt heaved sea, the brackish liquid
lucid and languid
jellied quick upon the world.