Sunday, March 26, 2006

PR Primeau

Casual Things

the plane floats by
one hundred
maybe one thousand

who knows?


the sun glowing
    christ white
    like a new syringe
  we walk thru
      the park swan drunk
on chi rho powder

      plastered spread
      to the victory rose
which dips so ill
        into sea-blood

No Telephone in Heaven

to suffer

hide it

  where is

? taken
  the skin

Relative Valentine

      space is curved
                    is love?
      we arrive back
      at the start
      four years later

PR Primeau is the editor of Persistencia Press. He lives in Rhode Island.