Thursday, November 30, 2006

every orifice
wolf whistles and caterwauls
an incendiary song

getting thicker now
antifreeze in my marrow
blood salt sludge-melt

quartz keeps time but not mine
fields vast spanse stretch out cold
sore stiff rattletrap

1 comment:

John B. said...

What? You say your classes have been cancelled? Write a poem, why dontcha?

Nice work, Deja. Stay warm.