Swan Songs #11

January 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

Newcastle 0-0 Swansea

A touch of an undying, unmoving plane,
all and along the unending, unsinging same
sorry low sweeping shared glance or stare,

Together muddled and turned inward,
also eager and witless; also absurd,
their feathered, hapless passing there,

Unstopping, through and back and saving,
undoing, unmaking, unhaving, uncraving,
skirting out and around and everywhere

As if the center would fall out below the ground
every patch of earth splitting, crumbling down
With scattered eyes and lapping legs laid bare.


Swan Songs are written by  Maxwell Kuhl. Read the rest here.


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