4.10.2008

things I thought filing

With long tendon flexes sunk subdermally along the length
of a spindle puppet construction, a dutiful judyless punch
pulls low threads of voice from his decantered cork ear

and, following dusty graphs and glyphs, hearthewn,
knits etymological maps under dusty overhangs,
pressed wood cabinet sausage planks,

hermetically cased with the key cardinal scarlett
his slender flesh peninsulas, shanks of purpose
building alphabetical totems.

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