Monday, August 31, 2009

Li Po's Uncle's Valentine

By ice-light otherwise
I traveled and through
much yellow-red I bled
and was convicted
multiple Waldens ago

no I hardly know
what I’m saying
till after three days
he started to stink
self-knowledge stinks

but it reorients one
in his dark room
don’t you think
we talked remembering
our loves?

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