Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem: O ri o n

filaments of stars
track cigarettes

across a smoke of sky
the city its own place

under the Southern Cross
under milk y

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 s

and if you walk across
will the night sky

still ravish you
with stars?

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