Wednesday, July 31, 2013

poem || Jeff Harrison


voice the written, look: ticket ache,
every identified vice names death
they have living down, for wings only

lamp all dashed white rest center
lamp serious of broad fire
death is separating your brain from you
thirsty birds in spring
always chase your flame away

fire angled bloody red flashes
much dark is a lot drank
yet dreamt of that moon table
& emeralds my foam stature shadowed
bird bundles shadow your least freakery

birds are also your behavior,
birds, absolutely wrong the
dull deductible power —

you who think nothing of their name, tremble!

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