Wednesday, November 30, 2011

terracotta larynx mask furred in periwinkle caterpillars


black kites crowd
a pale lavender dusk
by the sea,

and nude ivories
tend them
to the spark.

will the beast
with a thousand windows
come this way?

will zen maxims
clutter red cans
in hibiscus-lined

lust is low
in the scuba divers;
hushed flares
move onward
toward the labyrinth.

intoxicated by perfumes,
sleep's narrow festive isle
hovers, supported, by
lapidary foamlings.

black kites
bear near black