Dialogue Reply

By | 1 October 2010


Absence makes the heart go

in spite of itself.
I lack.

Dare not to think it.
Tried the word–
slightly ajar— a barbarity
larger than the house entire
holding everything together

Howl————- Howl———- Hello

with antiques, shoes, carts
clotted blood.

A kind of garden.



The ship needs the sea.
The sea needs rain,
a net of names
solar system

And the sky is held.

When we said bread we meant hunger, soup,
a pot of tea.

This is love, the last
Wood fungi phosphoresce mixed with sky

thoroughly roasted and unbroken
Paradise is here

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