Saturday, April 21, 2012

Experience




                                                                 Every breath my lungs inhale
                                                                 strips away one link of mail.
                                                                 The green and innocence of youth
                                                                 burned in factories of truth,
                                                                 and the metal that remained
                                                                 was forged into a fragile chain
                                                                 that holds a single, golden rood,
                                                                 or the stone of solitude.






(Poet's Partyline, Hot Springs, AR.; 1982 or so;
Photograph by Steve Ketzer, Jr.,1980;
Second photograph by Eric Ketzer, 1982)

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