dry hands

Bec ause Life is stronger than death & death's images


40 yrs after~
dry hands of death wait for them. dont realize, do they, that poetry's a machine assemblage, a machine assemblage ~










each day peace. pieces. roun world. whirl of each. death a birth elsewhere poetry has t'a do with all. its loop of. love round planet. as it spoke. furl. fold ing college~ finger


look for life. it's there. in battle. bliss
found across loves of many
grain wheat fields of ~





Of word found Fanny was knighted to her gold as witch's brooms
danced around her aura waving to love's good friend. heart
opened over the gloamed ocean of life's pain

yer a real peach Jill was worked becomings.
around hair of her eyes. sauntered over roof.
fingernails camber
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forgive the bad poetry ive
writ
muse
word
cupped
over
nave
of

lung
pant
e
d
buttered
between
its
cunning
untimely


air sing
come over
the loneliness
of

night
day
body
foreign
cough

but
we know
it turns
turn

over
ver

turn its sun

light
back
here


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comment
verse
birth
writing as movement
to change inward
and hefting word
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