270. january 30, 2011 (wk39 fin, pre-AWP aksdljfsa)
A sad Sunday, no out-of-print poet
to explain Galileo's torture, the waterfall
of light sulfates in fireworks, Venice.
A light touch is needed with such image transfers,
collages woven by magpies. Bird beaks
tear altered book pages, better glue stick
to altering oneself. Pack a wraith's mini-dress for
each night you'll want to drink the dark drink
with fellow writers. The dalai lama never said anything
about the uncertainty of plums.
"Writer's Block ATC #3" by
weedlace on deviantART / poem/subject-line also in conversation with Barbara Hamby's Alphabet of Desire
week39:
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6 http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-dayhttp://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD (crazy behind on archives. 'pologies poetesss.tumblr readers)
(perhaps to be cont'd)