Sunday, 13 November 2011

storks in the arteries

the rumbling
muscle underneath
the dip of fabric
that is my pocket

<...made me answer my phone, dumb...>

a parataxis 
of ligament & bone
a dislocation 
of sense from matter

< is unexplained, disconnected...>

an accident
an uncomfortable 
glide of cloth
& screen perhaps?

<...a dryness of hope, more likely...>

that way (east) 
there is Poland
& the pure blast 
of Russia beyond

<...extracting revenge, short-twitch on my thigh...>

a tremor in the leg
storks in the arteries
flightless birds, fish rotting 
in their blocked gullets

<...I am ringing, not the phone...>

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