Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Monday Poem

Water Snapping Off Your Skin

That water snapping off your skin
in a shower       

its warmth is the same energy
toked in the sun

Its stoker is coy and cruel behind
the mask of creation

behind a bright sunrise
a fierce fire in his fist

Is the one

doing and undoing
damning or undamning
burning and unburning

This fire was
never begun

by Jim

Posted by Jim Culleny at 12:13 AM | Permalink

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