3 Breaths

IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH

the dance of body heat over

bone muscle & nerve is

rhythm is Flesh.

Who does not dance

is flakes from the earth scalp

cut flesh roots

by mad indians who

tomahawk your skin for trophy grease

on their empirical phallus.

Gentlemen of the earth

storm their reality totem.

Shove their word

up their ass.

Heat of Flesh make your own myth

dance your own word.

music of warm skin over

bone muscle & nerve

is Light-heat of your own word

made flesh.

Torn Buri

Detroit

FOR CAMILLE

a vessel of water confined

by its own wish. power of sail

arched. a woman's back. the wind torso

floats as the flow of water goes on. her ship

under my keel. the froth of white sea, hardness of

prick beneath the water line. two small ships harbored in

darkness.

ring of stones.

a compression into

the pool, the shape of

deep stone. the glide of swamp wind--

mother of wave among dark sharp reeds.

Jerry Younkins

to/night

let the words fall out

and stick,

like hairs on my shoulder

are brushed away by

my hand.

some-, any- or every-

thing I've given you

today, is nothing aside

what is to come, if

you will take, or

"let the words fall out

and stick"

I'm wanting to write for you

and, you I am wanting are right

for me

George Tysh Paris