Monday, March 17, 2008

new poem

Much More, and Fiercely

These takes and takes.
These, much more, and fiercely.
These solid rock bands for a catamaran stand.
These, much more, and fiercely.
They sold and through.
They say you're cold now, boy.
Those colored man scans and a resonating lens.
These, much more, and fiercely.
The state of a man.
Those collide in dregs.
The dance of a can opener's legs.
Through over sine dolls and away.
These, much more, and fiercely.

2 comments:

Mike zak said...

This is very good and I enjoyed it.

Mike zak said...

p.s. And I also like garlic.