Tuesday, November 20, 2007

ver ~


over the falling sea
the sea sea
you hear elm
but it aint no more
just willow talk
willow tick-tock
in the shaggy isthmus
bound by crater
thought and hungry penny hand-me-down
you rushed over
taking these matters in hand
(took these matinees in hand)
(bare gloss of)
merited a lover's gasp
we came
like that two troubadours reckoning on the end of brittle bone
in thistle down
ground you jerked away the hands
covering night's only rain
frosted with your intaglioed