Saturday, September 12, 2015

americana loneliness


walking in a wild place
gauthiers & glasses
oil dripped from silver pots
and
hands wet with dark molasses

steps are wild sleepy
hazed with dust & brine
coldness cuts straight to the heart
as rain & mercury-will collide

heavy seems the parceled bones
tender is the dream
gathering stories of fierce trembling light
nothing's ever as it seems. . . .

walking in a wild place
gauthiers & glasses
oil dripped from silver pots
hands wet with dark molasses

1 comment:

  1. gauthiers and glasses! what imaginative objects you choose with which to create your metaphors...always so tactile. Love your poetry.

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