By Word of Mouth: The Poetry of Dennis Cooley

winnipeg in winter

The Poetry of Dennis Cooley / 33 winnipeg in winter iron lungs in the basement blood lifting every room breathing through teeth lines rooms like wallpaper climbs the stairs cold in its mouth tumbles down under the cold sky winter a giant & sleeping body fitted with stars we move slowly all winter in moonlight sour as cider though we are patient, wait the season sounds it makes, alive thoughts move in & out pass through skin & bones relieved to be out to be in the skin we curtain our lives with moves inside our lives / short of air the way we inhale the way we inhale one another the way we are made \ whole almost mad we are that close ...