the july beauties pose
on fine white sand
their meat covering
the bone much better
than most
these shining shapes
well-oiled, polished
w/not one edge
i'm amazed by this
trick of the magic skin
diverting us from
the framework
the marrow
even their smiles
their teeth, so full
of seductive promises
you'd never believe
they're merely
chips of bone
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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- fools & demons
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- this strange lonesome 40th summer
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