windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2005

church chimes

i like to sleep in but my eyes get puffy and red and sleepier than if i hadn’t even slept and more wet than if i had wept (just look how they’re seeping) i like to sleep in but my eyes don’t

soaked

bloodriver courses through the bodyland thoughtwind rustles sensetrees. springtime- memoryrain soaks mindflower bulbs. the mindflowers the mindweeds, mindbutterflies, mindthistles

collective consciousness

on the spur of the moment, i went to a restaurant nearby usually quiet, tonight it was packed the guy in the line ahead of me was scratching his head “we just came here on a whim.”

fresh air

new moon stillness permeates the body breath, the loudest wind in town heartsong, trainsong, birdsong, morningsong louder than any memory

a round

sun draws wet through trunks trunks firm ooze breath breath fills sky feeds love love fuels sun