Sunday, December 9, 2012

Carrying

Carrying hunger and empty engines pushing
air with pistons, pushing them without a breath
of gas. There are currents churning without a spark
there are heavy breaths, belabored, bursting in ugly
choruses together, in rhythms staccato and otherwise.

Catalogue this heaving vocabulary:
Structure it into words of rhythm, and their sounds
into words with meaning, heavy meaning that looms
or just forget how meaning is made and throw away
the territory.

Hunger for the cannon fire, and its cracked report.

Or just a bit of moving air.

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