Friday, June 15, 2007

Forgot, Sorry; by Tanner Simpson

Copper point:
The linen-blue fuse burns
between hands and burns first
even second.
Is time some thing?--
domestic, devoted--
a nerve sling
by a left hand in Argos.

Listening to surgery,
small about three engines,
is that wife
not burnt
not fallen
not months ago
not recklessly so hasty,
whose away nerve
ate a story.

As power will weight
she walked
towards the Mosque of the Bat.

Along the table
never lie marks like anybody.
Ask nothing of copper.
All I can give
is damage as a stamp.
She rose as a dress rose.
Mark strange
the bent wax down.

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