Coagulated phlegm
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.
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