body geographic

in the face of it I am faceless
and blanketed.

There are no words to be said

save these ‘my love’,

no voices to be found within.

Tired, I have become the barrens,

windswept and dry.
Breezing grasses/grazing beestes,

from the haze a cry
strident and long

perhaps a kill has occured.

bodygeographic II

I am the delta, the silted
riverbed, meridians + tropic
lines, latitudes.

I’ve heard it said the world
is too big and time too
short for memories

but I don’t know.

Remembrance of the body
or the land ?

the story of someone frozen
on a mountain, a little girl
with a baby snotted

and ocean blue.

bodygeographic III

my search /erosion
+ slow excavation

fossil suggesting
the plans of a creature
trapped deep within
the geologic of these streets.

Tales and Songs

Intermezzo
of colliding continents
adrift amid star dances
&
cooking fires. 


but I am faceless
wordless
save these words
‘remember my love’.                                  
                          
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