Saturday, February 16, 2019

{SC}THE BRICK{/sc} Comments

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just as well would I be that brick
for three days flat cracked
rusty sonorous rough compact
and red on the reddish-brown window
like a heavy bird laid kneaded
moulded clay dried baked
speckled with black desolate
in scars and stones I
want to absorb with my eyes engulf
as well as possible name Brick to be meditated on
to be pushed by former game of hopscotch
in all times with which are fortified
homes which last against winds
tides hail forgetfulness picks spittle
the indestructible brick of a Babylonian scribe
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Jude Stéfan
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Julia Luber 22 March 2019

Thick ruddy word hodgepodge ultimately becoming a poetry.

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Julia Luber 16 February 2019

Makes me want to be a guy named Brick!

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