Thursday, June 11, 2009

Showers

This is the second of rejected poems about the process of writing poems (rather recursive one may say). it is about how poems/art seem to fall from the heavens (aura) - but in fact well up from some place deep and dark inside.





The straunge sent
Misty rain frail
Nebula
On the bitumen.

Stills aura thought
Wards the peniscil
Lead interfacing pauper.

Sent memories.
Unspoken recall.

Unspeakable.

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