The Forest Formed Gills

by Eric Baus

Eric Baus

The ventriloquist’s vines fled to an address on the floor of a cumulus pond. The forest formed gills. The tentacles muttered. Eat a bee. Try to project the tiniest star deep beneath this fence. The ravaged shadows repaired in the shade. The numb panorama rewound.

From: 
2014, The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights)





Last updated May 14, 2019