stokefelt

the stoke of a fiery pen is the un-
      made word   feel the thin space
      around it grow into a river -

the felt of an afterthought is not the
      noun it used to be before the
      verbs rushed into the river - 

dead poets

i.
who will forgive
              me for eating
              your sweet red wheelbarrow?
ii.
show me your
               handful of
               fearful dust, must you?
iii.
will you bury your
              blue guitar now
              in a colored cemetery?