Me~Tronome
poetry & poetics
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Spliced Suddenly to a Closeup
What happens in poems
trains graze upon the prairie,
hours fall from the sky,
which is unlike anything except
horses speaking in autumn voices.
Beheaded table littered with night
into the mirror swim.
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