Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Untitled

It becomes proximal
in the slaying of a beast
inside to outside and again
championing the rising yeast

Volatile compounds
drip from hands and not
rendering the fat from perfect
and the squeeze unthought

You need to forget
go back to the lab
you need to help
the silence of the dying crab

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Can you provide a title?

Anonymous said...

"In the Pincers"

Anonymous said...

Exosoul

Quitmoanez said...

Those are cool.