Mirth in tottering red
My lurid revels collect
With light brush of talcum
On a trimly wired breast.
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June 7, 2012
Take a fall into the blue,
Chieftain of matches,
And spread your limbs like flares melting
All the way out of focus.
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Chieftain of matches,
And spread your limbs like flares melting
All the way out of focus.
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June 1, 2012
Now bellows from his cheeks’ crater
Summer’s phantom, putrid flower
Strewing on earth pale with use
His jaw’s sinew pulled apart.
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Summer’s phantom, putrid flower
Strewing on earth pale with use
His jaw’s sinew pulled apart.
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May 17, 2012
A wasp on the prowl
Through smoke and false color
Hunts one truant sprite
Darting from field to flower.
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Through smoke and false color
Hunts one truant sprite
Darting from field to flower.
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May 15, 2012
The seat of bodhisattva,
In petals richly plumed,
Brushes a curtain
Falling like an open palm.
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In petals richly plumed,
Brushes a curtain
Falling like an open palm.
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May 13, 2012
In your ocean of molten stone
A thrashing of wings against my throat
Lapped wave-red and sore
With diving.
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A thrashing of wings against my throat
Lapped wave-red and sore
With diving.
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May 4, 2012
Bands of amethyst her arms bewitch,
Prying outward their youthful eye
Bearing the glare of sudden sight
Torn from her brooding yolk their center.
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Prying outward their youthful eye
Bearing the glare of sudden sight
Torn from her brooding yolk their center.
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October 24, 2011
Coagulated phlegm
I cough up—
Spheric home to maggots
Writhing and new.
King of worms
Uprears in blood,
Mounts my mirror for consort.
I cough up—
Spheric home to maggots
Writhing and new.
King of worms
Uprears in blood,
Mounts my mirror for consort.
October 21, 2011
Typically dressed in stone
Somewhat morose,
But lean where light most often catches
The muddy, hoarding glass.
Somewhat morose,
But lean where light most often catches
The muddy, hoarding glass.
October 19, 2011
Rhodia bound
By the warmth of sand on her back
And the chill of ocean in the air—
I saw the foam on her lips
And a mute parting.
By the warmth of sand on her back
And the chill of ocean in the air—
I saw the foam on her lips
And a mute parting.
October 19, 2011
Take the eye and wine—
Run without a drop to drop;
I thought the glass full of pearls
But red.
Run without a drop to drop;
I thought the glass full of pearls
But red.
October 12, 2011
Song of water pent up in tubules—
My swatch of skin rubbed clean;
Tape the milk that stirs itself,
Sinks toward a whirlpool
Gurgling.
My swatch of skin rubbed clean;
Tape the milk that stirs itself,
Sinks toward a whirlpool
Gurgling.
November 26, 2010
A little detergent
And a persistent touch
Will soon enough transform
The stain on the rim of this porcelain mug
—What have you been drinking?
And a persistent touch
Will soon enough transform
The stain on the rim of this porcelain mug
—What have you been drinking?
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