Sunday, November 18, 2007

...baited blurs

by george vance

After ‘Mixed Penance’ by J Dick


penance growing beneath words' root
metallic-creaking grey dreams rolled blank
closet-rustling refugees listening cock-eyed
Lisa’s grasses softly forming between burgundy fields
luring-hook snipped to
this preamble wings to steam palimpsests brighter
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