Thursday, October 1, 2009

Poem: Constellation

            

filaments of stars

track cigarettes

 

across a smoke of sky

the city its own place

 

under the Southern Cross

under milky

 

no   place

crows caw Orion

 

babes suck the wanton

milk of Persephone

 

I can walk across skies

smoking nontasted

 

I did smoke a pack

gave up 2-S

 

fainting before draft board 

there’s smoke in stories

 

oral unravel

pom e gra nate

 

and if you walk across

will the night sky

 

still ravish you

with stars?

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