Tuesday, March 4, 2008

New: Travel 3 by Barbara Beck

There are those trusting to luck.
Harum scarum running out between journey legs.
A biomimetic accident in these parts
would look like wild dog or squashed tomato.
Place exists also as juice for elsewhere,
proliferates daylight-saving itineraries
that require a key (caches of extra time,
bluff, bribery). The mercenary ratio
of origins to returns can't explain
nerve endings' decorative fraying.
Photographs corrupt vegetal reds.
The azure breathed in comes out as exhaust.

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