Tuesday, August 10, 2010


noise princesses on a firm ledge:
volcanic fire far beneath turning
fitfully to a pond of large mirror.
They take their vaginal intellectual names
down a radio antennae

lubricating the windless small center
with casual outcries. Shells of ant
sun-roasted on a painted runway
stirred by escaped air conditioning.
Kisses print the tunnel's sides
with evaporating tear gas

banished medics reconfigure traffic accident
to look like an advertisement party
this is my core crying out
through many faraway things

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