Thursday, October 14, 2010

Gong Poem No. 2 for Big Tent Poetry

Big Tent Gong Day 2 – from rob mclennan’s wild horses, “eleven lines of itchy sorrow”

fate of my right hand

seems utterly at a disconnect

with the rest of me

the only part

not burned

in the


i sniff at its freshness

suspicious of its



when all

the rest

of me

is ash

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