Friday, July 16, 2010

motifs






Gnome
A crow on the electric line – no, two –
Blue fairies and their black eyes, button holes,
Eaten out like worms gnawing at the ground like meaningful moles
Down below we cannot fathom the expanse of a rich cloud
Poles open wide, both ends a void
Evading cantankerous dust

Forward dwarf
A lofty lustful cloud of dust
The stairs are ring pulls
- by that I mean we get stuck in the wine cork of this place
Hidden traps, stick your hand into the void
You know you won’t come out whole
A day soul swallowed up in the steel bathtub under those stairs
Where you sit on the toilet and watch black and white television
It’s a dimpled warp in this universe of iron

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