Jan 26, 2007

FEINTS

Now the wine tastes like melted ice


Winnowing. The night. Split. Like an orange.


Teleological blunderbuss


Take the train into the wide mouth


Liminal door goldfish brain


Aporetic nave, intercapillary umbilical


Sponge-mouthed & needing


A forest of sutures adopts a stance like


Necromancy romantic, thin blue lips


Rock candy cage, splinters


Furrowed broken shattered trussed


This is empty like the air around a ship


Don’t speak


Laburnum walk ghost break


This is the unending end


Doffed & quartered & shunt


The tidemark of the blood


Sugar rain spilled into the inkpot


A copper plain marred by speech


Go into the somber maze


We were all dying for a crack


There was no place, it was said



1 comment:

MatinaS said...

This is a very interesting poem. Love the sixth feint the most. Any of these can also be used to describe your poetry ;-). But then that may make it truth...