Tuesday, April 02, 2013

chasing an image

nothing more  to do, spent the day
value free, inanimately as a polyp.
the more we hunger the less
 we drain  the glacier's viens  .
 iceland runneth  to the sea.

i am a sandbar girl
a tidal woman. tsunami clouds
peel from my dive, i shake
rivers from their beds,
  play  pixie sticks with pipelines
melt mountains into grains all
so you can build  your castles.
 you've seen the teeth
on the coasts and in shanghai
broken, jagged , ringed with sand
cloverleafs, factories, discoteques

i am a sandbar girl, back alley
abortionist, stradivarias aria. puttin on
a little wait. pulling things up
planting them down. i like low tide
when you can walk to the sunset
pull yourself up on a cloud
and step into next morning.
that's how flat i'ma make things.

i'm a sandbar girl, traveling light
just a little water, a littel way further
a tiny bottle used for last gurgles.


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