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18 February 2011

3 Choices

3 tiny poems, 3 ways to breathe them in...

cut sharp in the brick / a strange wound painless & black /
painted by sunlight / her fingers carefully trace /
your shape on my morning words



cables rest on ballast / like / fat snakes /
points hiss and coo / dancing left/ to take you home



this dulled edge / sharpened / by a / lick / of love /
now I must / swing / into my own / minim


1 comment:

Ghostdog said...

Hey!! Your readers demand more lovely micropoetry (or macropoetry for that matter). In any case, more Poetry!