Friday, September 16, 2011

sneeze poems ~ David Tomaloff



BRITTLE

on the ten
,  Lincoln
to Riverside

like some unused
breath still lodged
within my skull


GHOST PARTY

on the ten
,  Lincoln
to Riverside

a white
,  unused breath
like an invitation

the rugged
silence
of strangers

giving way
to speaking
in tongues


GESUNDHEIT

the brewing of
a natural disaster

an igloo
a sore penny

a smash &grab lurch
for a little piece of life

the devil has been sleeping
;  dust exchanged for dust




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