all those dreams
the most hideous scream
tearing at the curtains
demon demon demon demonstrate
When I saw you talking to my mother I expected a novelty embrace. Your mind is full of art stars and mood music. Creativity claps then collapses at the first sign of industry.
We spin to a magnanimous karma and your ripe cheeks and tumbling hair have poured into my life at the most opportune moments. I remember when you fasted for my father.
a lunar eclipse
There are parallels, I know, circles and shapes that bespeak an elegant geometry.
Tell me how you were delivered.
Tell me how they brought you home.
Tell me how they nursed you.
A decaying mansion sits on the water while the sun fires the hillside sound of laughter in the garden.
Thursday, 16 June 2011