3 Poems 1
i lie long mornings
and sample the bird roosting in my tangle
called hair
left there by hands
to confuse my awaking
i am reminded of your pillow and the smell
it caught from you
Nancy Ellison
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weed that hides rock
white deceiving chalk
could crumble under dead pine
i would risk those cliffs down to sea
white first
my eyes have greeted you
my tongue and lips felt your chalk white
no kiss that touch
i have come from algier
my son
the heat is here still
with us
where boats stop
my son dead in white cunt sand
could scream white dust
i can smell your scream marseille
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i feel my body covered with dust you celler my odor of wetness dragging down wooden steps my dirty windows i hear my tomorrow coming back to look on while i stand to go underground myself a hidden floor to lie on
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