Tuesday 124: Two Poems

Brief study, Morning Sun (1952)

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedRemember, if
you wash the windows first,
you’ll wash them forever.

Outside, dark mutter
leans out the casement.
The border state
becomes a perch.

Why’s this part wet, sis?

She knows her way
around a body alright.

These are just
correspondences
across a border.

I’m still living at the old address
for HL, PM, WM, PB, and MB

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe palehair girl
in the downpour
of the party
turns up the heat.

A cat on a tarp
makes the earth glad
and comes back every day

A gesture of solidity: May all the meanings
of material cohere.

The most effective weapon
is the one in your hand.

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