https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IE17z3NvXo
the hem,
unraveled, unscrabbled, unblinded,
yerning for fabric,
not to make beauty but beauty be made of it,
blanketing skin, complementing eyes,
down to self but not ready to be alone again,
Amen!
the strange game of wearing,
Deceiving, keeping, scathing,
let's stretch every pattern,
let this all go the way circumstance and chance will happen,
wool and silk, clay and milk,
Every texture, blender and be-friender,
sharers are winners,
down with the hem!
Amen! Amen!
we're stitched and broken and sweet,
on the meat, on the floor, wiped outside the door,
stitch it to everybody, every affluent and wet blanket,
cover the ocean and land and city-skyline,
No more hems! Only amens! For the warmth, for the itch, for the fuzzzzzzz and touch,
no one needs to be cold, or lonely,
this earth is our bed and we need to sleep cozy,
down with the hem!
Amen!
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Poetry
PoetryI'm just going to dump some poetry I wrote here. No biggy. My chapbook: Sweet dirt; the Writer's Lament. https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1cnqeaYMAvPaWtMT0M2ZW0tajQ/view?usp=sharing
