Two Poems from wyrd] byrd




between the ear, o wax hands, book wax . bag making light


streaming words /but words collected in my ear dripped cloud.








words mud in


liquidly maybe


it’s the green


that blurs, green blurs / wyrd


darkening any from any


form from sea


within me of sound,


whose hand


in hand phrase


stone phrase she


stole stoned way


my fingers. of “green


hand parts through


for wailing. wyrd] wired


frenzy frenzy what


is a green thought? sky.


all and none, “green” upsets


god could move


our open wet


speech, awash her


because-filled sunlight.


or be all


that’s left washing


in green or write,


made blunt

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