Scenic [Route
by Jennifer K Dick
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I alone escape
this drain-pipe life
sea-anemone
beaten, lacerated, aired
in the bluff of my voice
detected
Register, I, along
perfume and metallic lanes
garce, name-called, gouine
mustered up texture
sandpapered eyes
called I
I call
.......Mount
...............Mounted
.........................Motion
(this?)
_________________________
................................(that?)
Closer,
..........come-
...................hither,
feathers
in a wide-brimmed white cap
emoting scaled facades,
gloating
laced lines paced
.....................along turbined hills
in Grasse on a soaplabel
turn-of-the-century
dried lungs buried
among my packed pickled
plucked-up diversions or
cemetery pines
detected? -ing? -ive?
..........................I
..........................am
............a live one
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
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