floating and leaving no trace
i dreamed i was a bear….
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An actual bear. My poem fur coat is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
I have twelve (12) [xii] spots left, just enough for some apostles to sponsor some poems. So, don’t be shy! Tupelo (and I) will thank you for it.
i am a brick
or
i am made of bricks
one is reductive
the other an amalgam
both are red and brittle
and you can draw on the sidewalk
with a bit of it
clutched in your fist
hanging of the the bottom
of your hand
like a turd
that won’t drop
they say the jews
made bricks in egypt
and built the pyramids
even though that’s
probably not the case
but who knows
i have a time machine
in my head
but it’s faulty
no matter
how i try to travel to the future
the damned thing always pulls up
to a new york apartment
i don’t know and wasn’t
expecting
a doorman opens the door
his coat is red
the color of bricks
Words and Feathers 