“A well-placed period can be like a spike to the heart.”
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
at the end, the poem—this
piece—being written, of
the line. it will
break, as poems do
usually and often, the way
they are written
are meant to break. i
will crack it [open
wide] open with
my bare hands—
pen, type
and text—
a.) part out into frag-
ile particle matter,
dust. b.) la-
(like glass, the
dawn [whether or
not, you are awake
to see it], young
hearts or guitar-
strings by fingernails)
ment the end. the
poem—this pi-
ece, the matters
(c.) like a voice)
be-ing writ-ten
of of-ten.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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