June 15, 2015

Two acrostic sequences on "do re mi ..."

the tree that will become
my third arm

recall the time before
there was a word for speech?

mineral sky
a boy comes alive
in the mirror

fall get up fall
after all it's what is

we enter solitaire
we leave

la dolce vita
and yet … and yet

tic toc
and outside time
the long tac


doing it again
listening for my echo
in a rusty nail

remind me,
all is vibration, right?

”mine is the night”
a black dog plays
with my I-ball

fastening the mind again
to what I touch

we carry an eye
through the desert

lay us down softly
on the lake of battery fluid

or God's voice?
sleep on it

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