Saturday, August 4, 2007

the peacock kid

the inside relieved in his feverish gentle face

her unmingled breaths blinded him

all the brambles sculpted in dew Stamatakis body--

made sense through the shrunken skin

beach thistlethighs are dancing when they are unseen

grass patriarchs, whose illumination catch shape, slip the noontide: i I say

thought-moons , full & fortunate, fortunate, full, touch flickering Matina

and they are suddenly talc evanescence

they say they are suddenly talc evanescence

in search of the twisted collective female

eviscerated commenti

dutifully made into into figurines

do -feel -the -blackberry- purple says

feel the blackberry purple