Un
the druthe or the dark
cmere it spits alow a bark
alonesome without the stone
crying to cure the flowers of their wilt
walk, stagger.
to take, tick,
tacketter, thr.
Where has the horror gone
offen drowned himself into?
hhsa!
For Pilinszky János
For Pilinszky János
The rain.
Or maybe
your eyes under
your hands over
your muttering mouth,
dripping with ventriloquism.
Gilded.
Guilted.
Our roots
now weed
only ruin and
I stand shivering
like a forest in flames.
5/13/09
The rain.
Or maybe
your eyes under
your hands over
your muttering mouth,
dripping with ventriloquism.
Gilded.
Guilted.
Our roots
now weed
only ruin and
I stand shivering
like a forest in flames.
5/13/09
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