SUBJECT>waking the dead spit POSTER>AnnMarie Eldon EMAIL>AEldon1@aol.com DATE>1107614830 IP_ADDRESS>ACCAB496.ipt.aol.com PASSWORD>aamj9SPBIdXow PREVIOUS> NEXT> 83075 83102 IMAGE> LINKNAME>AnnMarie Eldon LINKURL>http://www.annmarieeldon.blogspot.com
waking the dead spit
it did not belong to anything
lone lark first car frost crept
away by bruisey mackerel morning sky nor
to a needed shower daily routine
tired eyes from last night's Burns Supper
stray dog hairs which had clung 15 miles
on a Formal Evening Dress long black skirt
one daughter having an increase in seizures, another
spiking with flu the phrase
'hesed: a strong connotation of
immediate if asymmetrical mutuality' strung as
footnote
birch mulch hollyhock ghosts where last
summer they had silhouetted out house
but to a senescent squirm-throb hence mmmwet
mucoid patch between my legs on
bed-as-surety simple cold delicious how it sucked into
itself superfluous terrible events 165,000 dead and another 145-such
missing our thrilling biting each other so's worms
mightn't..hear us and stir and cease their natural
entropying all things suckcious being thus edible
equally
forgettable stale whiskey breath
rust-umami-must sweat was no time to stake
time yet enough to die between brick
and flint echoes thick walls block you take your raincoat
against the afternoon whilst all over the country milk is
poured sugar spooned decision to write off
their debt stirred our heat has
made my blood come sooner geoid flesh sheet skin a
thin
colloidal emission, unviable now
temptation to think something(s) stable
as if with/in out with/in out a dryable option