Sunny Tunnel Church
a rustle, monocled, a shuffle, chronicled
gnash, sweat, stride no words was rhymes
with a rustle, monocled, & a shuffle, chronicled
see, at the time I had time extra hooves
it behooved me, to keep quiet about it
see, at the time I had time extra hooves
so rats spooked you, summer commas?
tho its your shadows that're small, your
teeth that're poison, its you who rats spooked?
soft my bounds, sweeps straw their whip
like crooners swoop spooked e'er like schooners
soft my bounds, sweeps straw their whip
unnumbered counted now & continues earthbound
kind hordes may reach what, once, language left
unnumbered counted now & continues earthbound
down lyre, to that sunny tunnel church
my dead Spring travels to me from 1000 nights away
down lyre, to that sunny tunnel church
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Friday, May 13, 2011
poem || Jeff Harrison
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