My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

9.12.2005

little bundle/little burden

a small pack
fits in the palm
just so
fits like a whiff
of fresh air filtered
through
the daily paper
rolled up
and packed tight

lighten up
raise a dark cloud
that caries a message
up and out
into the world
at large
so small
these days
we can touch
from one end to other
in a dialtone

you look like your
car
or a factory
when
you do that
just stand there
billboard perfect
for a while
until
your age wilts you
until
the bundles of
twigs
unfurls
and rolls down
the hill
six
pairs of shoes
head over
clouds

laugh
and
cough
it up
anyone is worth it
inhale

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