Saturday, February 14, 2015

14 February, 2015 21:24

you write your hand

what is this this

a figure on the anything’s unrelated

– i move it, i see it move

as darkness comes writing


in blinking attention

release of another day’s while

to the stars i see i see nothing

of escape and no escape

– little lizard, negated on the old threshold

what a hole in your pocket asks the anxiety of?

anybody’s body’s body

a finger where i am

unrelated unrelated

if only there weren’t anything

for insecurity, which is

you will remain no bottom

if you only can’t pose it

drop release from release and turn on the lights

– black the old threshold

red over so little

unrelated to sleep


“the city bites, the countryside barks”

left-over a fleeting glimpse

you’re holding, also now, a straw is there by salvation

and rot on root

– dog, why do you bark?

am i see no be see it – move

am i see you writing anybody

you write your hand write

all so

– birds on where you can see your reach

their darking

mute tree, and drop its

unrelease

red black

but would you really bite?

– hand over the city, anxious you remain


what is –

if your pock, if your light goes

a finger’s blinking glimpse

if on your anybody that is ask?

as a black figure on the line

– it’s a bird

there

mute to body, a fleep

– so i forget

from refleeting

– corrow things me through

the line

and release from release

know there’ll be another bird soon

– to see stars reflect their distance

in light reach where you were when shone

what do i see? i see nothing

– a moon where to

from where there’s no


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