Wednesday, August 8, 2012

New Poetry (More Destruction Loops)

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feathered, i process
this: lips
              unlost, i'm
left listing -

            breathe

            breath in indicative lines
            and liminal love-space
            of a window frame.

ache like at 18 -
you are now

             aloft, passing through
             the portal
                             alone.

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