Saturday, April 21, 2012

Saturday on the Village Green

Because my belly was empty of everything
except luminous liquid
Because the roadway refused to yield me a new quest
Because instinct betrayed me
and the stars proved transient instead of fixed
I left the village for the quaking fens,
left solid green for swirling purple.
The names of colors, their spectroscopic appellations
are not nuanced enough to hide my hunger.
I expectorate luminous liquid.
I spit green and purple.
I cough up stars.

From a writing exercise led by David Abel at the OPA conference, Clackamas Community College
Collection available! Knocking from Inside

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