string thirteen

Fish hide in the earth
lurk the roots
of great trees

*

My skeleton
thinks about you
still, in sleep

*

(nothing    but
a doorknob
but    nothing)

*

I stare into
a gutted STAPLES
and its dark consoles

 

 

 

 

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I Draw a Blank

Here I am explaining water,
here I am talking you blue.
Why, I might be making a photograph
with my words! Let me draw
you a picture. It is insane
to presume a wave
or blue, or wavelet
even. Let the concept
sting me like a wasp
until I feel its coronet,
shining,
golden,
nothing
of an eyelet
on a crown
it flits through.