Friday, February 15, 2013

BOL ULM LALMPI: FIE GIA COO RUSTH


Before Diogenes, or the Tautavel scratchers


when leaves like magic fed the sunset haur


and molecules mimicked only themselves


a sphinx foraging in a wan cell


finally took leave as Gia


a seed to shatter kingdoms


a kiss upon the crumble


a potato trickster


crying obviously



o whispering plum
o powdery summit
And you quit your mouth and throat thick eyes


in every cell
in every moment


its fresh debasing
and deep licked crimson lather


above the egg
whose boundary
languages no silence completely


the favorite example


in disguising all communions


there in the toss of castaway debates


its sign a fissure to the light's blind bud


a seeping, a stall, a fully random turning


as we transplant the old names


its sacrifice born in jaunty colors
between the ever-slackening waves