03 June 2012

Get Shot

This is based on Tout.

Get Shot 6/3

I have been obsessed with motion
with the mechanics of walking

That tree limb creaking in the wind
is the visual of the bone in my leg

My toes are buds

In motion - slowing
          I have been obsessed with slowness
with deliberateness - with the act of -

A fist will open into lemon daylilies
spattered with brown liver-spot eyes

My ears are clouds
          listening to the sound of bird wings

I fall into bed and it is slowness
the blankets are feathers wrapping

That scrape against the window
is the finger of a dogwood - of death

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