10 December 2011

Word Mark

I know...this is also not a haiku.


Word Mark 12/10

I would type on the Underwood

Would smudge the ink – press my fingers
together they felt like chalk like graphite

The lines of skin would highlight themselves

Here a life – line of the fact of having worked

The black under my nails was deep
I felt a connection with squid

The fingerprint in the corner of the page
another melting geometry

Like that Underwood – gone reliquary