Thursday, June 21, 2012

Poem: coil e d

made a speech the last day of the strike
I made the Pakistanidean turn over in his house
the palace could not contain the strikers
the man’s politeness, arm around my shoulder
I walked with him by the jeweled
lake where a trust of sky
spotted the earth with vines
found words lying about
coiled amidst stones
nectar of cactus air of the
unatomed desert
a place to walk signs of unwritten
perhaps you can see them now

waterplacards them

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