September 24, 2013

Go to,
And mime with a rictus
The creak and burring of life.
Parse, parse
This canyon in my tusk
Pledged to run deeper, swifter into dust—

September 20, 2013

Across a pool of primordial pitch,
Past shadows of trees that used to breathe,
Ferry me in a little ivory bark
Onto the margin of her siphoning strand.

September 19, 2013

Talk of us behind you
Everywhere to go
Still feel
Safety in darkness
Thrill of beginnings \\
Retro [LOGO]

September 17, 2013

Where I am always approaching,
Staring tunnels into walls—
A rapid, helpless folding back
Along creases in the paint.
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