Thursday, September 8, 2011

A Document Of Days To Come / new poems 2011


Nerves vibrate,
Shake the slightest sound
From inside this skin;

A sigh from a soul,
A hum from a heart,
The murmur of an electric prayer

Along a theremin spine,
Slipping between cartilage
And on into

Oxygen-rich blood,
Its hiss barely heard
Beneath the wince of a paper-cut.

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