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

Sunday, December 8, 2013


the perfect “O” of the mouth
making a well into which
I fall,
my body eaten by gravity,
the swallowing of sound.

Into an abyss
I fall into myself,
falling forever in
the cylindrical darkness
like a piece of ash,
remembered from
the fire. 

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