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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Early Warning

The neon innuendo the
hosanna of broken glass the rubble
we’re buried in the complete english poems
& selected sunsets of.   Inside it’s
much the same—clouds
nailed to your eyes as shapes of
color against what stomps the ocean
floor.   A wraparound radiance.
An open door.