_____________________________________________________________ ---- word biscuit ---- -- two bits of water edition -- 07-17-96 - ray heinrich ______________________________________________________________ slowly but surely i'm getting the "years of water" book together (and when i do, i'll be sure and send it out as a word biscuit issue). here are two more poems from it, and some others. -ray < bright water > a smooth surface of light reflected bright curves the water over the whole idea of me and dissolves in a weightless turn a smooth inside sweep feeling the texture realizing again at every second that it's you - - - < in the library of waters > drinking there returning reading in the library of waters leaving the ocean having to stop dazzled by the sun of it closing my eyes and continuing as my summer day is parted by a glass of it running through everything i do - - - < at the beach > red pink our position in the sun is everything and sex with sand and sunburn stops hurting only when we cum - - - < sweet face > Your one sweet face looks around as you reach for the switch i pull the chair back at the reports falling white falls after you after me and we are washed through year after year and your sweet face flows before me before you turned it off and the pictures prove this and i have only to flow after you. - - - < bosnia again > Even shallow graves come at a premium so you are lucky for this because the ones that come after will find your bones and maybe figure out who you are and tell your daughter who survived and was only raped every day for three months can tell her you're dead and allow you to rest and you to be identified so you can be added to the list so maybe one in ten thousand can be brought to trial for war crimes which is more than it used to be so i guess you're lucky. We have only to ask your daughter. - - - < hands don't need to talk > one wraps around my back and the other holds mine and we are dancing like you see in the movies so this is what my grandparents were up to amazing that anyone can hold you this close just by asking for a dance - - - < a week before summer > a round hill grass-covered while the grass still has hope a week before summer and we're both there and i watch your back now fifty feet from me walking away and i haven't one thought left i'm just a camera recording something to be played over and over - - - _______________________________________________________________ and all this stuff is (C) 1996 ray heinrich. you have my permission to copy it and post it as long as it's not-for-profit (kinda redundant, after all, it IS poetry), not part of any pro-republican campaign literature, and you include: "(C) 1996 ray heinrich - comments welcome send to: ray@vais.net"