MIPOESIAS VOLUME 24, ISSUE 1 ~ JANUARY 2011 Ron Androla What Are You What are you doing?


I'm rolling a captured marble Of night wind inside my vessel-ed Hands. What are YOU doing?


Listening to the edges of echoes With slit wrists as eardrums. What are you doing now?


To allow my body to blossom Requires absolute blindness & The death of precognition. So


I pray like anyone else desperate Prays without teeth with Poems. What are YOU doing now?


Wearing fine nicotine lace, my skin Pores bubble tarry amber pools. My golden fog hair levitates over


October, over weird moons of the Moon As it arcs across the Southern Sky & backyards of defeated, slaughtered neighbors.


What am I doing? Swimming Against a wave of skulls toward An endless skull horizon. Pork-chops


Are nailed around my jaw. Glasses Made of ham.


I am lighting a wooden match With my throat.


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