Sunday, January 22, 2012

on painkillers

Here is one seventh of a poem that I'm referring to as 7x7 at the moment:

On Painkillers

your iced groin is the hooting partiality, truly, pointy, baa…

thawed owls airlift iceberg cablegrams; it—tin shin notion

that is—weighs zebra and clover on your tootsy; yep, quest

time, search the unrewarding hospital, cowboy! prank cocain

into the belief of addiction; absorb graft chambers; why err?

to read “only hope sustains” from pages of cacti, while seen is

Micrathene whitneyi in sleep-talk: “pain: indication of need”

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