Saturday, February 12, 2011


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The tongue buckles under
under monster music
can it be that
we can see into
our own true heart?
laughing at the symmetry
of love,
we slip into its blaze and
count all the jealous things
we shouldn't have told you.


your frown is a fox
you bend your light and
light becomes painting
becomes running
becomes music
where you quickly draw all the sounds
in the brute room
before becoming drugged
like all the rest:
a tapestry of flies and mice
furiously examining
each other's manners

1 comment:

Richard Ewing said...

could be forced into a paced depiction of the Egyptian revolution... if one was so inclined.
nice simian lines!