Hollering In Your Hand

hand

Rolled-over
on whatever-is there
combed (hair) beach
bleached cover to cover
hovering
hollering in your hand
spreading
the shelf you can always reach back
into a rain storm
stand in the shower
breaking-naked
beautiful
a dull point
hollering in your hand
sponging off
heating flames
hemming in
the red pen stops
spreading
hollering in your hand
fire ends
setting
hollering in your hand
it was good
to have-a ceiling
(an) overhead a place
flowing and filling
clouds
caking, cracking, cracks
hand held
raining
blowing breath, warm hand
knowing underneath
bestowed
as we peel away
cold skinned clothes
looking up, lying under covers
blowing breath, warm hand
wiping away
flowing over life
arranging our own smells
religiously religiously
blowing breath, warm hand
setting the alarm
freely
as living rings: a silent bell
warns
sweating the sun
sets
hollering in your hand

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2 comments on “Hollering In Your Hand

  1. Something about the rythm reminds me of Kerouc. Very pleasing read.

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  2. granbee says:

    “Arranging our own smells” and “hollering in our hands” while the living rings a silent alarm bell–this is how we live out the moments of our self-reflection.

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