Sunday, February 27, 2011

Spice XXXI

--For Benjamin B.

congratulate the specie’s
epic use of dirt / the follicle's
thinning / only so much of a
field can be exposed / as matter
& electrons shitting light / honed in
on a frequency the same color
as a tree expiring in dust

1 comment:

Benjamin Bourlier said...

Terrific! I could swear I saw this poem on my inner eyelids before reading it. And then it appeared!