the hunger's eaten
itself along with you
Skin fire
TV rays and radio waves
impregnate and shine
Hand fire, Eye fire
cinnamon candy where you were:
the syrup of your image hardens
I talk about experimental poetics; the creation of new forms to act as an extension of new content. Discursive, heavyhanded, sometimes pedagogic, overweening and strange; both my opinions of the state of poetry and my forays into the field. Censure, if you will; approve, if you must; enjoy, if you dare.
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