Trapped Light
...A proxy life
I was fighting in the hourglass
to open the pathways of a grain
for a bloody birth of an idea.
Was time faithful to us
when we were drifting apart ?
A prowling big cat had again ...
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Categories:
pugmarks, art
Form: I do not know?
Burning
...After the puppet show,
the nest was calling.
Indeed, the leaves held the slanted light
expanding the shade snared on branches,
of dancing ash, of almond eyes.
Why the hangman was waiting
for ...
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Categories:
pugmarks, art
Form: I do not know?
The Magazine Bus -- New Orleans August 1963
...I stood and cried in The Magazine Bus,
Deep in New Orleans, in the city rush,
as it plowed and choked along
like a curved-back dinosaur
wheezing through the swampy ways,
rattling electric wire...
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Categories:
pugmarks, lovecity, me,
Form: Narrative