Poikilothermal

Poikilothermal Breathe Deep Icicles move across Lungs Every pulse Of a diaphragm Scrapes on bronchi Airy notes of snowscapes And stern teeth of mountains Poised and stood In cold A crevasse Tough as granite Smooth as stone Sharp as stalagtites Blunt as the cold In your hands Or your ears In frost without clouds WhereContinue reading “Poikilothermal”

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Warsxzaw

Warsxzaw There was always the Wet blacktop. There was always grey Warsaw clouds Threatening to drain Onto the small world. From heavy nebulas In the heavensya Where mist rolls In webs To aerosol ticks Jumping. Falling. Falling Through open sky, Past trees and Telephone poles, The ticks land On wet blacktop, Crawling in cracks UnderContinue reading “Warsxzaw”

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