Friday, November 27, 2009

toggle and stagger

there aint words for them. over that hallway. Light up your fuel box, mister. It's time you split the checker board in two. No one's coming to your home, nomad. It's bloody away! and tawny! the shipwreck prior to every receding dawn.A oxen a geese, a bull a shady worm to highlight the day and a rose her leaning body awkward as ever. Crippled by the feet, sunned by the dog, the wolf pack and its throng of bellowing, yowling an yelling!

_______________________her ideas about the body and the cry of the marsh.