Wednesday, September 23, 2015

poem || Jeff Harrison

On the Witchery Edge of Life
 
dark a arc sticks

brings goes bursts

perish, twigs / now, here,
a cluster of ten blind bones

sift thru them, ok, rather
than leaf thru that sunlight

dark a arc sticks

brings goes bursts

on the witchery edge of life
poems eclipse more useful frippery
(dark a arc sticks / brings goes bursts
and its surrounding poem When Sun
Had Unrest It Was Found Under Boats,
very ferny all fissures, I flush shade with
each of her steps toward the sticks)

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