Methods of Writing


shot as a vessel
you come to the hinge
and weather your veins undone.
i have seen the marching
and heard the raise
of the applause as i raised up my gun.
tender and worn
slick and wrought
a parcel exposed on a sheet:
i have felt it too and need the fix
and drive through reds into greens.

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you say that the end is coming
saw it and dreamt it came near:
split with consumption of winged
white doves; a doleful coronation
as the cardinal descends.
transfixed to a signal
wired for speed--
you peel the petals
and pollinate the seed.
they could not stop you so
they did not try.

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turpentine, a pint of oil
conjugated, sung, but true
shot as a vein
you come to the hinge
and summon the end to the new

you revive like the phoenix
molted, redone
bound as the bareback of a book

i can see the light, and see the end;
and i can see the tunnel too.