Sunday, March 08, 2009

Felt Ideas

through snow for poets in Stayton not for them quasi-automatic writing Matthew puts a sting at the end of each terrifically attractive Crystal digs deeply into how it all works cares like only a black woman engages opens felt ideas this free-verse autobiography isn't poems except by accident I don't want to be a poet slip away before the open mike sun shining everything wet cumulus bright behind curtains of weather attacks wipers Beethoven fragments of rainbow demonstrating color race me home

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