W.B. Keckler – Snow Wok

W.B. Keckler

Snow Wok

An iris’s blue vein turns
answered MOCKBA
aerogramme of the phoned poem
He leaves     but leaves
Orchids rooting hair/gold/ of balls
yields palates   affable clicks and tickle
under loam’s
                   (a sort of photographic plate)

Wants to remember
the raised leg in sex in ballet in winter the spruce
geese may remain in paintings
                                              (those thickets)

where both of your brushes may get lost

There is hair on the ends of these chopsticks!

You are eating his paint        (a mousse pendulum)

fills all the windows with light

borrowed light
                     is most painful

   & thoughtless light
                             is most powerful

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