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

Thursday, February 17, 2011

beginning of a longer poem



What are you a veteran
            of which war resides in
the faint rise of your mind
            and which preposition
positions the gunshot the wakes you
            up in the midnights?
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