The oiled sliver of steel stripes
my wrists with swelling, hardening tissue
Moths that batter the porch light
flutter down and drink
Until their wings
Are a spotted, rusty
red.
This project is the author's exercise of methods using automatism as either the finished product or the basis... More
The oiled sliver of steel stripes
my wrists with swelling, hardening tissue
Moths that batter the porch light
flutter down and drink
Until their wings
Are a spotted, rusty
red.
Poetry