Sunday, December 14, 2008

A body hungry

clean & safe
can pass away,
in a riotous flare
burning piety.

there's no hand holding
here. cross the street,
with the sound /
of humming /
cars,
dangerous play
mass shivering
exaltations,

the river full of
ice & fear,
floating lazy
memes, 
all the drowning swimmers
can't see / the beauty-

besotted by
clean & safe / things

all's quiet
in this tremor
waking
coughing spit,
a body hungry-
for the real.

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