Standard Posted by Ron Kozloff Posted on 2012/07/22 Posted under 02. Poetry Comments Leave a comment THIN Meat day. In the basement. Nothing completely alive. All things push inward And sigh. Bloated gray air Reptilian grace Calm dissatisfaction Habitual ache. Wait. Repeat. Wait. No signal No. Dry Dry Dry. Advertisements Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related authorpoempoemspoetryRon Kozloffwriter Post navigation ← MICRO POEMS ROUND AND ROUND → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.