by heart we mind our verse... dredging funk, for carbuncles and silk wryms.
apart. entwined. our words....tumble from our chin straps. [ bits bit ]
we are writing poems like paradigms
equal twenty. our backs are bent.
we two: scratching magic with blunt tools, we are sonnet ‘s fool as much
as any crime’s pet. we shank the warden in the prism. we free the rainbow.
we change a blank page into a blank stare.
by heart we mind our heart’s thought.
on a bed.

from a chair.