Monday, February 03, 2014

THE RED ROAD

From the roots to the floodlight meters
through the stems to the near-by buildings to the human face
yesteryear dined on an oil well in the earth
any air-breathing animal a prism compressed by the surrounding


by the sphincter muscles of some sunlight
antistatic rubbing and biting lasting many hours
to swirl about your fresh-cut sound waves in the enlarger's egg
pressed by her luminous, averted turbulence-damping shapes and doing no injury


the tinted glow gone from the sky of honey
colors disappear; the world including an adult pair
becomes a pattern of black butter.

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