Friday, November 21, 2008

Poem as Physical

No longer are these words confined
to page, no longer flesh pinned to bone
no eyes boxed in blinders, all the world
has opened into delight of sudden horizon
once cloistered ships spun inside bottles
now smashed they gleam like parchment -

a fountain pen poised, tattoos tender skin
as gently, wind lifts tattered sails.

and now I want you --

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