Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I Shoot Poems Before I Shoot Pictures

she refuses
to hear my voice
my hoarse coarse
poetic call
she calls
pedestrian noise
although
I have deleted
her from my
consciousness
with her silence
my soul
she destroys
love now
second hand
lost invoice
an elegy
on the death
of a mad poet
rings of turquoise

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