This week’s featured poem is an excerpt from An American Prayer:
We’re perched headlong
on the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We’re trying for something
That’s already found us
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From: The Lords – Notes on Vision
Surround Emperor of Body.
Bali Bali Dancers
Will not break my temple.
Explorers
suck eyes into the head.
the rosy body cross
secret in flow
controls its flow.
Wrestlers
in body weights dance
and music, mimesis, body.
Swimmers
entertain embryo
sweet dangerous thrust flow.
Copyright: JAMES DOUGLAS MORRISON 1969 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED