All Trunk
April 1st, 2008
All Trunk Focus all feeling as if in a leg, Ghettoize it, pen it in, until the chopping jettison. Focus all feeling as if on a bough, herd there your beetles, bluejays — like cows – until bark’s unseen, then let sink saws. All trunk, immobile. All column of calm. All torso, noble: a psalm; something embalmed
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008
