Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Jamie Grefe- Three Poems

THREATEN ME, GASH
 
Parted lips speak of tremolo-dusk, but:  
the whine punctures: a vibration to leak pink
silence, while we worm the heartless gash.

 
A SIMMERING
 
Grains of language: froth, fester,
coat the tongue. The abysmal other
in sound, meaning lace, blood-bites,
ginger kisses. Simmer words to none.

 
PAW
 
Sleet bites down nibbles skin
pillows affection an exploded now
awake mewling noise is all in the
stroke of a paw lick of a paw

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