Tuesday, January 16, 2007

The Rules

Start where you are
in the room.
Start with nothing
but a red wheel barrow.
Lilacs.
Green arms
and the sea.
Swallow
the blindness of leaves
and jazz
and the nightly crowds
of thieves.
Give your nice hard ivory
the weight of trees
soft-eyed and tangled.
Of death,
be a friend,
for a man who covets
life
is disingenuous.

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