Michael Dickman |
At Night (2)
We were talking
And then we were dancing
And then it was quiet, and
I thought This is what we were saying:
—Sandalwood
—Palace Fire
—Ghost Limbs
—Blindness
—Oh that's lovely
—Thanks
—Home
—The color red
—The real color red
—Oral Plexus
—Lightly, lightly
—Salt Skins
—Lightening
—Night Work
Your mouth
My mouth
Michael Dickman
Poem, copyright © 2005 by Michael Dickman
Appearing on From the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse
Posted on September 26, 2005 5:28 AM