Two Poems

Recovery & Surrender

And God was in the morning God was.

Speak to me with your mouth closed

      the hands are speaking something doing fire and lines.

The next thing was the refinement of the other:

      a man tied mouth and tongue to a mute metal chair.

The kitchen around the corner yellow Formica

      stepping inside there I could see my own painted toes.

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