Thursday, January 19, 2012

Carl's Yinward Way (a found poem)

A gradually growing estrangement
arises in the dream, or after I awake.
She seems entangled in my entrails
as if I have just stuck my foot in a black hole.
It feels as if he is always here;
he has shed his denims, shaved his beard, and he drives a small sedan.

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