3 Breaths
IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH
the dance of body heat over
bone muscle & nerve is
rhythm is Flesh.
Who does not dance
is flakes from the earth scalp
cut flesh roots
by mad indians who
tomahawk your skin for trophy grease
on their empirical phallus.
Gentlemen of the earth
storm their reality totem.
Shove their word
up their ass.
Heat of Flesh make your own myth
dance your own word.
music of warm skin over
bone muscle & nerve
is Light-heat of your own word
made flesh.
Torn Buri
Detroit
FOR CAMILLE
a vessel of water confined
by its own wish. power of sail
arched. a woman's back. the wind torso
floats as the flow of water goes on. her ship
under my keel. the froth of white sea, hardness of
prick beneath the water line. two small ships harbored in
darkness.
ring of stones.
a compression into
the pool, the shape of
deep stone. the glide of swamp wind--
mother of wave among dark sharp reeds.
Jerry Younkins
to/night
let the words fall out
and stick,
like hairs on my shoulder
are brushed away by
my hand.
some-, any- or every-
thing I've given you
today, is nothing aside
what is to come, if
you will take, or
"let the words fall out
and stick"
I'm wanting to write for you
and, you I am wanting are right
for me
George Tysh Paris
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Subjects
Freeing John Sinclair
Old News
Ann Arbor Sun