May 07, 2009

We Are the Teeth - wrung poem

i.
We are the teeth of a straight forest.

Parallel lines, straight, vine-less fern floors.

Limbless, straight, small bushed green tops.

We are the teeth, every day of us, a straight forest.

Good for pictures and screen savers.

Where is the mystery of twisted ancient rhymes

whispering limbs and trickling through waters?

We are the teeth of a straight forest.

Count us, twenty two years.

May 6 2009; 11:27PM

ii.
We forest.
Parallel floors.
Limbless tops.
We forest.
Good savers.
Where rhymes
whispering waters?
We forest.
Count years.


iii.
We are the teeth of a straight forest.
Count us, twenty-two years.
Parallel lines, straight, vine-less fern floors.
We are the teeth of a straight forest.
Limbless, straight, small bushed green tops.
whispering limbs and trickling through waters?
We are the teeth, every day of us, a straight forest.
Where is the mystery of twisted ancient rhymes
Good for pictures and screen savers.

iv.
are the teeth of a straight
us, twenty-two
lines, straight, vine-less fern
are the teeth of a straight
straight, small bushed green
limbs and trickling through
are the teeth, every day of us, a straight
is the mystery of twisted ancient
for pictures and screen

v.
We count parallel
We limbless, whispering
We where good

vi.
the teeth of a
twenty-two
straight, vine-less
the teeth of a
small bushed
and trickling
the teeth, every day of us, a
the mystery of a twisted
pictures and

a two less
a bushed trickling
a twisted and

the twenty straight
the small and
the the pictures

Posted by nancy at May 7, 2009 12:07 AM
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