Tuesday, September 27, 2005

I want what scrapes air
raw like wandering immune to worship
or like walking, but with steps
a kind of breathing in and between
the tallest grasses that know what we want.

Lewis Lacook's Xanaxpop is back. I like the immediate flicker here, the quick rush to write and post. I performed by own daily duty of blogged poems for 14 months at R/ckets & S/ntries, the sense of being balanced at the point, written and performed. thus Xanaxpop. Bramhallingly recommended.
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