P E T E R O' L E A R Y
_________________________THREE POEMS
The Geophagy of the Imagination
Love the craft ear is heir to. A mellow chthonic thud
resonates through it, subsonic & mesmerizing. Embellished
by a suggestion of names millennia bear in us through the common
feelings of panic, which is a kind of language
autism; a life in lapine-like emergency. Rabbits
survive it.So do men. Here's the trick:
Eat the earth.
Eat the earth until packed in like XPC you rise up through it.“Casketed in song.”
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