Thursday, April 9, 2009


tonight, to stand and see people dance in the sky.

before that, to take pictures and start the leaving document.

i will speak encryption with tiny keys. my tongue a salt lick--the animals come rushing.

you sleep in your reinvented wheel and when sound goes out it will beat against something until it has no energy left. a stripped barrier.


gideon sockpuppet said...

Hi Tony Mancus:

I like your line in this poem juxtaposing encryption with tiny keys/tongue as a salt lick. You use many terrific images. I have put a link to your blog on my blog:

Dr Sock

tmancus said...

Thank you for your words! I will return the favor. (I missed the weekend's posts so I'm going to have to do some kind of calisthenics.)