Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Toss by JKD

After Miranda’s “Never Without Visions”, Sean S’s "Old Poem" as well as Rufo Q’s "New Poem"

Whisper—the most present edge
false earth of broken—things solidify
sings—token—humidified
earth imaginable a window
fallen—view—wood, could not have
spark—sought.
...................Whisper cresting
for—in this instant, many pasts
ghosts
—ladders
the flipped coin dropping

down, drown—if
overheard, believe scratched contexts
joined—nick of every
thing said
shaped—knot, knotted nothing
showed ghosts—edged,
nudged (you) out of things.
Taken (eye) unformed
to what end of beginnings?

And—from—you seeing
(me) through (me) now
sills—thrown sashes—taken whole
imaginable false—relatively uncorpor, incolore
to what end of ?
......................Whisper more—or
less ghost are—hour—our
of whirlpools—measuring—weight
—decent
sent wrong things:
tongs, tinsel, treasured
to meter out wire
and why
in this turn, tumbled.

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