Sunday, August 05, 2012

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The angriest faeries, sword-points needle-thin
gather to the bulbs of your ears
descend the rippled stem of your girdle
your head tilts like a leaf from your shoulder
there's a tiny black hole in the woods
drawing everything along to a sucking center

boats oblivious roar, motors live in the air
and roam the grass with teeth
to find litters of reptilian puppies
from the world that landed
and the world underfoot
the world that flew and the world that stayed
an island of moss and trapped fur
a vulvic waterfall or a sexless paradise
tree-tips singed by distant audio

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