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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