Tuesday, September 21, 2010


by Gideon Burton

but also something's always in the mix

of demi-memories cascade parade
invade rechurn resmooth the remnant pricks
of constant conscious conscience where we wade
in eddies of the last recursion whirl
about the denser flux and turn and turn
go back returning to the sandy pearl
that strings along the sticky salve the burn
along the tongue or thighs or inner ear
where wounds the shape of words absorb the ground
is horizontally inept cohere
is my command the echo laughing sound
unsound of mined illusions forged and crushed
against the orange blood grow cool now hush

Photo: flickr - Darren Hester

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