Thursday, September 09, 2010


pipe organ mistress, dangling sounds
don't touch you, as you soar on the lifts
of powerful factories

lit red black dress going up
to the mineral deposits of foreign moons
with a smile of all time
quivering on bodied lips,
as mailboxes snail out of the daylight

these are the days when the piping of the organ
will lift you over the clotheslines
in short wafting hops, tracing fingers
along the rims of chimney mouths,
telling your form to each cumulous

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