Sunday, October 18, 2009

Lost Pioneers


type poetry don't wait who knew compute
great weight against war and poverty rise
like birdsong crying sky favor on all of us

beat back wasted year-long pauses feeling
ravages of hungry women in pants desired
work to make true art among lost pioneers

hurry the day is gone the right phrases are
used pre-owned batteries of geese squawk
unheard music dissolves the separate bed

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