skij's 13 :: poe*try sho*rts etc.
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Friday, March 10, 2017
In Passing
There is no handle
On the handleless
No grip to catch the light
As shade detracts and
Takes the color, too
Thursday, March 09, 2017
Dreams in the Heat
Where does the Acid
Not wash away
The faces of all dusty day
Maybe to pry the
Slits from the Meat
Maybe to sleep through the night
Tuesday, March 07, 2017
No grips / anymore
You can't get a handle
In what only slips
Not count
The pieces that stack
Try then to bear
The wind in all things
That burn you
Apart in due course
Springtime 3
Keep the doors closed
So they can't see you breath
Shallower shallower
Or
Maybe not at all
Friday, March 03, 2017
Springtime 2
If it all comes apart
then
It all comes apart
We welcome the nerves to
come
Scratching out days
in
The dust and the
shade
When sleep only comes
after noon
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