Ink Node: Phillip D. Ischy

Excerpt from "Fish, You Bird"

2010-05-06T16:08:23-07:00

Moths fly to streetlamps
in droves to meet their bright loves—
flame a moth's graveyard.

No one knows sorrow more than
the lamp lighter, torch ablaze.

*

Wind holds up his hands:
in his palms, albatrosses
...

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Quickie

2010-02-01T16:49:30-08:00

All I’m wearing when I come to you is all
I’ve worn for yesteryears past when I was last
born but got my tail caught in the door neither
here nor there but in between the silky
screen & the outside where my face has become
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The Ends

2010-02-01T16:47:28-08:00

I want to be a holier man than I am
now. I try nothing to make sure there is one
& when

there are lights at the ends of all tunnels
I know.

I am a bucket in this kingdom
...

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