Thursday, March 08, 2007

From "thirsty poems"

“ ”

it is all about limits, the setting of them

I lie back the sun
forever at my back

perhaps about how the country side has kept apart the towns

to let the wind pass over
me enclosed, dispensed

with de limits pushing out and up against us also

the sun behind revealing
shadowed showdowns of my one hornéd head

and how can I expect to say what I will do tomorrow when
I’ve no fixed plans about this next millennium even so
elevate me; a hollow in exterior to the office tower here
there to deal with these issues: lines, extravagances, lies lies!

First published in Iota
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