Chinese Poet

CHINESE POET


San­dal sounds

On blue gravel

Became drum

Sounds, had

Rum­bling echoes
That became glos­salalia, gor­geous. As

Chi­nese poet

Walked in an alley of rags

Where the teeth, sans mouth, sans body,
Of old cries

Bit the light.


Duane Locke

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