Will my bear paws
be enough to hold
the wire, the quiver
whip unlaced to make
an orb. See how it
twines where fabric
waists wither
into threadless
needles. Chiffon
sunset or caned
cords tethering
fur to feather.
O, my teeth--
I fear I will use them.
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
oracle
a well was made
that was also
an opening, a push
through for plastic
funnels, test tubes
twined as wristlets
loosen cells like looking
glasses: a tunnel
for studying
where glued wings
ply looms
with thrumming: rushes.
that was also
an opening, a push
through for plastic
funnels, test tubes
twined as wristlets
loosen cells like looking
glasses: a tunnel
for studying
where glued wings
ply looms
with thrumming: rushes.
Fly
what was eaten
resembled what
was mended: fence,
pick-axe, shovel
where two skins
meet. wing-buzzed
the blue boned
mouths, muzzles
of wonder
the iron disc
saucers winding
rainbows as ribs
bind ventricle to vane.
[extra words: pillow, bars, iron]
resembled what
was mended: fence,
pick-axe, shovel
where two skins
meet. wing-buzzed
the blue boned
mouths, muzzles
of wonder
the iron disc
saucers winding
rainbows as ribs
bind ventricle to vane.
[extra words: pillow, bars, iron]
Saturday, February 17, 2007
afterthought
where the good was something
you could saw in two
as if the sky could
saw itself in two.
I pulled a string
and remembered the mending
knot, the place where two
braids became unknown.
A barn where floss
in known as mirror, where hay
pulls blood to its mouth
and ovens flood.
Bridle, mistress: no gold
leaf save for that you make
from meat, from vertabrae
unbound --
you could saw in two
as if the sky could
saw itself in two.
I pulled a string
and remembered the mending
knot, the place where two
braids became unknown.
A barn where floss
in known as mirror, where hay
pulls blood to its mouth
and ovens flood.
Bridle, mistress: no gold
leaf save for that you make
from meat, from vertabrae
unbound --
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