great!

[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
 
"cover the elsewhere" -  marvin sweatedly shouted
in a wild whisper  
 
"to each his own skin" - i shot back 
" & lose your kin  next time we go out on one of these runs"
 
arduous as rust &
leaving the hem of his shirt fall raggedly below his waist
he insisted
"what kin? where? ya know i'm an only child.
an orphan.
& that i don't know if i have any relatives anywhere."

"well create some. stop & think for a second
before you cover the elsewhere -
stick a womb like hers" - i added
"that outta do it"
circling   grinded around him like his loose
seams.
 
steve dalachinsky nyc 8/16/06 
 

Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
House of Sand*
 
Postcards from the sky and the sea
Dry and harden into dust.
The skin of a beach
Could be you, soon.
Get some in your eyes
Then close them.
The sky covers itself.
You cover me.
The crater in front of you
Is for corpses.
Everywhere there are children.
A labyrinth of circles
Winds you closer
Until it stops
And you stop, too.
Shadows make a desert thrive.
 
What real music is like
Has always been difficult to explain.
When they got to the moon, they found sand.
 
Tom Savage
8/12/06

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