Tag: asemic writing

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I never learned what a lark would sound like
until too late it would be as it would

Be unlike our favoured motorways, dear
that could core the fleshy pulp muscle of

Forests as far as we’d see, there is light
where the prairie ekes off into this rain

And no other rain you could manage, exactly
as it is, the slur of pianos and pixels

I covet a reply to the question
shot in my neck, its curl at the top, full

Of petulant heroin. These songs were
not destined for the corolla of a sunflower

Nor were they minted from solo acousmatic
versions of rainbow, appearing over

Responsible as winter slips into this code
eluding a certain exigency

In place of gold, a solid heart will not
do anymore than look back at itself

In silken mirrors of the skin’s extinction
that throbs in time with the land, and so hurts

As pearls fall from succinct apparitions
and the sound is on my phone, like a call.

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