June 20, 2007

such quiet
permeating these im
pregnable walls.
swollen and stretched and bursting
throbbing with living thought,
pulsing and pushing and pressurized

please slice through
sluicing these puddles,
juices and wattery additions,
sticky splashes, splattered and strung about.

saliva strands, strung through the mouth beaded with sweat and un
spoken words,
working winding wishing wistful wandering
thoughts.
please practice perfect poses, pursed
lips, lit on edges of tea-soaked paper.

some words are never meant for thought.

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