I for one do not have energy
to match…
Category Archive: Free Form
I don’t remember
the name of the music…
the jazz only a trombone
can make
slide down the avenue…
what my legs are supposed
to feel like, now they weigh
me down with sandbags…
winds smooth
over wood, glossy
surfaces, lift…
take the cloud into your hands,
squeeze out the sugar,
squeeze out the air…
I hear
my words swirl
into the air…
the eyebrows and the eyelashes
are out of order,
the moon is pock-marked,
I’m standing on a tilting plane…
one plus one is blood
and one minus one is…
it’s so loud, I can’t hear everything
at once, the yellow is thrumming, insisting…
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