03.16.2011
Hairs of the Lord
“But you’re not a worker bee. You’re a renegade killer bee.” from Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill The birds knit these grey inarticulate scarves. You have to see them in big pieces. Rub your eyes. You have to touch the wool until it buzzes. You have to, with your own blood / hunker down / while branches fall [...]
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11.30.2010
Hairs of the Lord
Earth / Ambigue I sleep not & it works & rains / horses on my house rode way / out breath on the windows in sensitivities/ straps with- hold me the whole exercise of rain Turning the earth often / softening surfeit earth. So dark /mingling Amalgam /ohmygod /hockneyed night I inch by
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