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19 July 2010 @ 10:29 am

Another short one today - 15 lines.  Long one later in the week :)
I am not sure what they are, but here's a sweet and happy poem about them.

A hungry smell

    Listen --
you may not see teeth
till after.  There's a hungry smell
 they drip: sharp,
inhuman.  Sliced onions left
in the sun.  Copper. 
Fresh-crushed ant.  Listen.
    -- a rustle, a crack.  A giggle,
sharp as copper.  Why trouble
with silence?  You won't

       till the crack
is your marrowful bone, the blood-sharp
your interrupted scream.


Funding update: We're up to three! previously unpublished tarot sonnets.  That's as many as I had written.  If you want me furiously writing and erasing, another $8 donated to Clarion will achieve this :)
Current Mood: productive
19 July 2010 @ 11:05 am
courtesy the wonderful januaryhat -- encounter the amazing world of boobieships and titrockets!
Current Mood: happygleeful