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9/9/09


The vowel "I" peels a scab:

Your voice spoons back to meet me.

Red as the only essential lesson.


- Cheval Steele

9/23/09


a sea worn roar rounds out

the truth of any mouth : dumb

word nub is what sands away


- Cheval Steele

10/7/09


We lift stools off brass

railings:  We drink beer every

dollar pinned to the bottle green ceiling.


- Cheval Steele

10/21/09


She holds two hands in front of her face:

Huddled lips stick to sunlight's threading.

The number 10 -- or -- surrender.


- Cheval Steele

11/4/09


night sequins sew your arms:

the day of the dead turns

bell hung stars into dance


- Cheval Steele

11/18/09


As if I could break the ocean

with my no light arrow, or sling back

my to be into the blue endless.


- Cheval Steele

12/2/09


My rows dry scales, eye beads

holy.  Down in the fish kills.

Wet in the bush bones.


- Cheval Steele

1/20/10


But who gave July its rust name?

Genesis swells road dust and veins spread

like pigeons fanning each mapped exit.


- Cheval Steele

2/3/10


The square won't say, "Lash away the I don't know"

with a blink : Tenderness is a penny

banked in your own back pocket.  


- Cheval Steele

2/17/10


water faucet heavy we flood from

tub (damp) bed (drop) to grocery (wet) ketchup aisle don't

do not read into this


- Cheval Steele

3/3/10


corn rows recede your straight lines—

rain beads shimmy to felt puddles

I answer with mothballs


- Cheval Steele

3/17/10


Here, a sea blade cuts domestics.

White rushed tea cups windy bluffs,

the walkable cliffs, and their wooden island.


- Cheval Steele

3/31/10


Misstep in April's lion:

Any speed is too fast.

A green meadow ends a lamb.


- Cheval Steele

4/14/10


A metal to make you equal,

we shall comb you like traffic

and name you joy.


- Cheval Steele

4/28/10


Dear: I awoke your sour pun scrape thru sheets.

Abbey, won’t you rend me? Rocky

roads break / open for us.


- Cheval Steele