Today's poem is by Rusty Morrison

please advise stop

with practice a memory like a voice can be thrown into any unsuspecting object stop
each thought is a cone that depends on its opening at both ends stop
I need a few ants to appreciate the sugar-white of bed sheets stop

unfolding the paper crane wonít undo its allegiance to sequence stop
the features emanating from clouds are more fierce through my open window stop
each breathís devotion to transparency fails to convert my flesh stop

I mark my room with all five of my senses but soon it is strange again stop
the intoxicating smugness of a black felt hatís softness stop
pinholes pressed through paper fill immediately with shadow please advise

Copyright © 2008 Rusty Morrison All rights reserved
from the true keeps calm biding its story
Ahsahta Press
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