Thursday, April 7, 2011

Scott Inguito

OH, HELPER IN MY DREAMS

This is the folded branch

my prescribed other songmaker

my incited to violence

picking through dog fur for nits.

I’ve refused the pure

praying of nests

because nothing happens in them

that I can make out (my problem).

Snapped notes

out of the falling air

without cursing the air

keeps it going

in that going keeping it

going nothing limbed but fluid

tapping and going

to that high-pitched tapping.

MORE WORK BY SCOTT INGUITO

His personal site

Woodland Pattern Book Center

Shampoo

Realpoetik

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