Sunday, February 7, 2010

Counterexample Poetics

My poem Timepiece is now available at!! Or below ;)


Iron sky, grinding clouds,
piecemeal memories broad and porous
worked over again upon the loom.

Clockwork of sunset-
still my feet and still
edgeless night.
I am tomorrow’s rearview promise-
more canvass
more canvass more dreams
more time to listen to my song
misinterpreting each note.

1 comment:

  1. I cast tin cans to the clogged sky
    gleaming with the dregs of memories
    The rain splatters the moldy streets
    with cinders and scraps of my sparsity