Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
V.
Our ship
slides warm and wasted
into the sea.
Now, a new hovel built
by mud scratchings and the whip cold
keeps us here, howling;
kept and waiting tongueless
in the tangle-land.
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