Monday, April 20, 2009

the Contortionist's Children


A voice full of eyes
Impersonator of suicides! Wandering and
Warning of teeth and edges,
Could it get much worse?
I have few fancy tidings left
Recognizing Abraham and the false sacrifices:
How easily we have been mesmerized by the
Promise of eternity, just around the corner.
Afternoon and all the Hamlets are talking,
Fingers and faces,
Explaining the hazards of thinking.

God, it’s hot out here.

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