G. C. Waldrep

walking so you won't creel
the insect hammer

little bullets of naked light

on both sides, your absence
breeds posthumously

a psalm with two wounds
in it

one for stanchion, mallow,
two for vergency

bright wombling, radio foliage—

(the reporters in this
stillness ask no questions





Too much Mark Ryden?  The literal carnality of the body—me(a)tho(o)d—as interpenetration, a matter of record, i.e. the text. The problem is when the body acts, moves the text into the realm of phenomena. One of the less harmful forms this may take is song.