July 8, 2012

poem 222 of a poem a day for 2012

savage pleas

have at me
go on and get me
something to eat
go on and get me
turning myself blind

the key
I can’t see
where to pee
in the dark
the wear
of water
salt and
goes to

current spin
neck craning
the cloud islands
in the sky
telling my eyes
which way
the wind says
get in
and ride

tide yourself in
all the low chariot
swung razors of time
thin carving
your crazy
close enough
to your fine
that bleeding
is all the wardrobe
and grind
your voice needs


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