O, giant heap of stone and silver
All cockeyed in the nine o'clock a.m. sun
Bent and brittled
Boiled over even, at the ends
All puffed rice and rust
Love yourself oh so thoroughly as to
Disconnect
from all that is shark toothed
Believe in your terminated process
That being, to stand for something
More like a lesson in legitimacy
That being things
Of being something
Of attaching to something else
Something larger
Something caustic or Coptic
To conjoin or crust solid
And then someday maybe
Take a breath
Become a fine particulate
In a lung or other paradise of moisture
Leaving behind all that was rigid
For silty mash
Sour gremlins
Just lavishing in the moonday fleck
--
3.29.11
All cockeyed in the nine o'clock a.m. sun
Bent and brittled
Boiled over even, at the ends
All puffed rice and rust
Love yourself oh so thoroughly as to
Disconnect
from all that is shark toothed
Believe in your terminated process
That being, to stand for something
More like a lesson in legitimacy
That being things
Of being something
Of attaching to something else
Something larger
Something caustic or Coptic
To conjoin or crust solid
And then someday maybe
Take a breath
Become a fine particulate
In a lung or other paradise of moisture
Leaving behind all that was rigid
For silty mash
Sour gremlins
Just lavishing in the moonday fleck
--
3.29.11
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