Thursday, November 23, 2006

steve dalachinsky & jim leftwich

dust band

when gliveth in the gland of dust
silence blinks the hand
while every detail thick with rust
gets drunk on
both/and sand

then tuning in & tuning out
eclipsed both hope & mind
for forked forms
seem a natural means
either more nor moral find

then outside blinks the blather stick
& inside feeds the strand
as questions link the marrow's lick
silence winks the band.

steve dalachinsky & jim leftwich november 2006