Tuesday, January 21, 2014


Weather of the growing strains of ghostly music and
at the muzzle end of an ancient event for a square root;
of the windlass, which raises winding a cord

these too are cut away for his narrow house at his ease in white sneakers,
in the growth ring while a mirror set limitations--his bulging, liquid
sepulchral laughter wafting across the woodwork behind his head

where the basking shark rose from the earth in the face of the sun god
such as the acorn worm for infinity; kicking which
man-beast is known loudly squalling with each of its many parts
as colors stream out of bags across grass or concrete
lenses set slightly apart

1 comment:

Iulia Flame said...

'Tis an unease to be within skin and walking this earth.