Palms raised, heads inclined, pupils rappel the deep frown lines place pins in cracks, negotiating propositions phrased to chide. A tit for tat? (Two tries) In a guffah’s ring exiled… From a belly-piercing ache we die.
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Sleep’s tendrils twist, entwine each eyelash, lids like breakers fall. Hands lie folded in orison, lips have ceased to ask.
In one she lies in bloody paroxysms eyes flutter In another strolls beside me without a scar eyes flutter In others my brothers genuflect eyes flutter In this my nephew fills a fresh-dug grave Dreams. Dreams come before me with familiar casts and scripts. Without a moment of confusion I find my mark. All the [...]
