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.

2014, The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights)

Last updated May 14, 2019