March 2012
2 posts
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genevieve
a daughter
feigning sickness
under the specter
of soulless wit
cherishing that holy ghost
while it still dances
through her world
little champion of impossible graces
little ghost of lost charms
left to the dense volumes
of space between words
she is stated under
a word written that breathes
and speaks more than itself
a phrase that projects
greater than its sum
a sense...
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telegraph and haste
this is dissatisfaction
this is a holiness I’d never known
quite like she who’d struck me
as a rose or a bottle
as charming as mice teasing snakes
or a helicopter hovering
over an unspectacular fire
committed in the memory of
a great comical nothing
in a vastness named nothing
stumbling dumbfounded under the airwaves
walking in the dim light of her own sparks
falling into...
