TALKING TO ALBERTO CAEIRO

Life is infection of matter
molecular fever
a painful collection of scatter
If I
a clot of clabber and bones
were stupid enough to desire to
"have my life over again"
I should want to be born a shepherd
not of sheep
nor even of wolves
but of stones

 

I AM OPEN

like a wound that smiles & kisses with its tender edges
knives & rags & flies and thorny hedges.

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