February 2009
1 post
a poem I wrote, the importance of rocks
oh I don’t create
I just dictate
the thoughts
that superciliously
come into my mind
when the traffic is
at a standstill
and my feet are rushing below—
blue and anxious rivers,
while my body,
prostrate,
peers over the edge
of some west virginia bridge
into the deepest gorge in
these united states where
bases jumpers, with blindness to all
except the sun,
hurl themselves...