Monday, January 2, 2012

Poet's Block


thermal lint
rusted bulb...

wherever you are
you are inside the poem

it lets you in
its sacred space

to show there is no other you
in all that is

and then it pulls away
like the sun revealing glass

all walls and windows
through which the veils of smoke are clear as crystals

1 comment:

Hannah Stephenson said...

The poem as wrecking ball. Yes.