Wednesday, April 28, 2010

IN THE MEANWHILE FIELDS

I gots an onion skin head
I peels it down to size
thoughts increase
as thin skin rises

membrane memory
floats, gone forever
to birds and beetles of the stratosphere

don't cry
it's just a head
one of millions
I gots



Originally published in TRAMP #9 (Columbia, South Carolina - 1990)

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