Jan 29, 2008


The door of the left arm's eyelash nose and shoulder wisp the sigh of the right leg

Wrinkled loonies edge up from the crater 'neath a silver fish whose coal purple edge sets navel and breast 'gainst widge pugs

(text created through an imaginative reverie associating objects in the room with internal body states and subjective impressions)

1 comment:

Daniel C. Boyer said...

Personal playing of "Surround":

The sterile computer reflexes against the evergreen sharpener mask
at the autobiographical dictionary of rubber Tudor sedans
the cool glass of your breasts fired against the seminary
copper drums aligning against the whispers