Monday, March 1, 2010

poem || Jeff Harrison

Rome, Yes, But Spare Virginia's Face The Roses

plenty Virginia, yet Rome
is still grey of brothers, so,
lulled Virginia, numberless certainty
serpent-knotted, swiftly thousand
by thousand by thousand is Virginia,
is adder-tongue, rose, the mirror
& go adrift, lips, have your long answer
without pacing pieces shrill beyond gentle,
have your thousands you'd reign by bronze,
elaborate smites, & so drip, then, rose, drip down

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