Monday, June 14, 2010

poem || Jeff Harrison

Sleep's Nephews / Ignition Devils

while the Moon
decided its conscience
Sleep's nephews were
tasting what was copied

notched, their doubles (the
ignition devils) savoring same
and agreeing, naturally, the many
set high, hastily, up among the clairvoyant
want down, eventually, when
they wake through what fancies
mechanically replicating apologists,
who, dissatisfied with sketching law,
themselves well up suddenly awake

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