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Sep 06, 2009
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tying impression
Opal radiance--
the thumbprint's dust
on the mirror
A young woman's reflection in
the moving sale.
reflecting DNA.
I will pray at the fountain be
fore you.
A fractured moon.
The thimble caked with plasma dust.
A simple flame,
asking to be doused.
A simple shred--
That's all the fairy asked for
later, all your teeth.
A dimpled sun.
The stable of nuns
The dark horse with rosary beads
Instead of a tail
Woman in the mirror--
a camera filming her shut
spiritus sanctus, the
actress stops rolling her
funeral.
The man shrill and vituperant.
A needle under the thumb
Hanging frame of non cognizance.
An echo in swats
The movie changes into a painting.
A box of cobwebs cradled in a
mueseum, off display.
Taxi on the river Styx--
the dead man's bicentennial.
Juggling frames,
the painting changes!
A bomb falls
Screams hushed like gravel pop
on the Blackhawk's screen.
Have you seen me?
The missing poster ten
years old.
Pink missal papered
the calendar added up
incorrectly.
Sundraped lemonade
DOA, they called the dope,
and indeed
you were dead on arrival.
But never to me.
Silt teardrops fall on sycamore plutonium.
the thumbprint's dust
on the mirror
A young woman's reflection in
the moving sale.
reflecting DNA.
I will pray at the fountain be
fore you.
A fractured moon.
The thimble caked with plasma dust.
A simple flame,
asking to be doused.
A simple shred--
That's all the fairy asked for
later, all your teeth.
A dimpled sun.
The stable of nuns
The dark horse with rosary beads
Instead of a tail
Woman in the mirror--
a camera filming her shut
spiritus sanctus, the
actress stops rolling her
funeral.
The man shrill and vituperant.
A needle under the thumb
Hanging frame of non cognizance.
An echo in swats
The movie changes into a painting.
A box of cobwebs cradled in a
mueseum, off display.
Taxi on the river Styx--
the dead man's bicentennial.
Juggling frames,
the painting changes!
A bomb falls
Screams hushed like gravel pop
on the Blackhawk's screen.
Have you seen me?
The missing poster ten
years old.
Pink missal papered
the calendar added up
incorrectly.
Sundraped lemonade
DOA, they called the dope,
and indeed
you were dead on arrival.
But never to me.
Silt teardrops fall on sycamore plutonium.
Comments
Rottiestyl
16 years 8 months ago
This is interesting to say
Quillsvein1
16 years 8 months ago
my
Diatom Shells
16 years 8 months ago
quite a ride...
Quillsvein1
16 years 8 months ago
thank
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dear GB
Quillsvein1
16 years 8 months ago
thank you
lyz
16 years 8 months ago
Hi
Quillsvein1
16 years 8 months ago
thank