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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

three bar napkins

WILT

in the last of all
their will-they say-
              will break.
the bloodied and bruised
will fall, cross-eyed
               and capsized, following
               the worth,
                              of any man's guess.
i suppose, i should leave.
something i could have done
years ago. but i waited.
baited, but fading nonetheless.

my breath, wades in it all
                 -and after all-
      they're only thoughts,

               a place to stay.
_________________________________________________________

TRINITY

ice melts in the aftermath

a stuttering vision
         of fidgeting
and wishing
       (in one hand),
and wanting
       (in the other),
and the emptiness
        (in between).
_________________________________________________

THE DEATH OF A PICK-UP LINE

stolen, and
just as sentimental
   my fingers bend,
      and crease
   the envelope
sloped,
and sloppy
from use-

       "if i were you,
       you'd be me."

2 comments:

Julia said...

You have such powerful endings. They are something to suck on, like a lozenge, when you still feel the burn at the back of your throat even after you're done.

seth elkins said...

thank julia. you gonna be in kansas city this year?