Here's the poem I wrote based on Charmi's exercise from David's poetry class:
Lightly, under sprinting clouds
We find each other translucent.
Heavily: blades and blades crush and stab
Underneath us. We find ourselves
Hiding in our angles, in the shadows
Of our pleasure. The collar chokes,
Pinches, ebbs, flows, tighter, tighter-
Wooden smells, pine and oak, cherry.
Heavily, under melting clouds
I find myself obsidian.
Lightly: verdant stains burn impressions
On my skin. Pulsing muscle, steady drops
Race the rabbit to its hole.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Someone said I should've posted it on my blog
Posted by Jesus Moya at 10:33 PM
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