I have borrowed the three feathers from her wing
Where she borrowed Nipponese Lacquer to
I have borrowed the last words I shall ever speak
and stealthily laid them in my coffin linings
I am unsatisfied in disenfranchisment, uninterested in knowless and the
ebon fingers of her filmed feathers are not just quite
I have borrowed the final fix, and the red lines, and the
I wish I have
am borrowed in finale
I wish
In the circle sands there will be two brothers
They will lie at my feet and stir the sand soup
and ask me for my perfect feathers of ebon and obsidian
to smooth striking fossils into the sand
In the circle stands I will sand and slip
borrowed bread from their
borrowed fingers
and will not give
am borrowed wish for the simmering
infin
In the circle stand's sands there will be sand and slip
and they will lie at my feet and stir the sand soup with fossils
of my feathered fingers
and in ebon and obsidian mark dontnations of far Nippon and
I will have forgotten her by then
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
DEL_TEST
In deep sea streets, walkers bubble-whisper
tracking the last expanding edges
and wobbling on their drunken orbits
in the wake of a sinkstone
in the wake of a turbulence of sea lions and
south shore lines
until the treaders, softly
stirring the lake-edge wither
to the merest tracings and another walker
treads to the bottom
touches stone
and
tracking the last expanding edges
and wobbling on their drunken orbits
in the wake of a sinkstone
in the wake of a turbulence of sea lions and
south shore lines
until the treaders, softly
stirring the lake-edge wither
to the merest tracings and another walker
treads to the bottom
touches stone
and
Friday, March 6, 2009
Arbitrary Paths
Enduring this slow.
Cantering with carnival rhythm.
Carnal enders avail themselves of snow.
With rhythm.
With smack-lipped thrust.
With snow.
Cantering with carnival rhythm.
Carnal enders avail themselves of snow.
With rhythm.
With smack-lipped thrust.
With snow.
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