Sunday, July 26, 2009

the poem I tried to post last week . . . I don't usually write this sort of thing

far from any
ocean
mind imagines
only

concrete

abstractions do not
hold these
restive limbs this
beating core this
coiled mind

un-
wind

walls planes curves connect
almost seamless
smooth
absorb sun's ninety-three
million mile distant
poured rock
heat
inhale
exhale friction
radiates

wheels spin
gravity
feet push humming
speed
hands shoulders hips
whip body up
across
aloft concrete smooth
below

blood pulse momentum
glow

thigh muscle acid
burn
toes tense knees
sustain this
curve
this line this
turn this
infini-
tesimal
momen-
tary

release

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