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Sep 02, 2005 10:26

the kingfish swallowed swords
that night walking
across
coals

the fisherman found his father
in the minnow
impaled
by
hook

a strong left

a gust of belly laughter

a rusty pole in a tool
shed

somewhere

every photograph shows
only

eyes

a peacock feather winks at the
walrus
tusk

that opaque green glass smell
you could never
stand
without tapping those toes and
rising
forth
from the chamber depths of
your
temple

risen
rows of rhubarb in a
barefoot
garden
left unguarded save the
shrews and shakespeares
speaking

e v e r s o

s l o w l y

september tumbling
like polished rocks
collecting dust in a
borrowed basement
that
still
holds
the smoke of
camels

in every ray of dusty light
pouring in through carpeted
windows

a mother's mouth
falls
open

it

is

happening
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