Monday, April 5, 2010

poem || Jeff Harrison

Birds, Lakes, and Observations

splits unchipped, chips unsplit
counting threw beauty, followed night beauty
stitch gutter mountains, glossy proof of days' injuries

corpses' thief winds up in the fallen minute moors
wrong our bright voluptuously open heads
new me is the shine, you're my night

Virginia prefers birds,
lakes, and observations to
the spiteful riddles of my tongue

back it back, slash what steps feet don't like
rats bit subtle, grace gladly reports
careful lest Wormswork sewer the stars, lakes, & round roses

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