Tuesday, July 7, 2015

morsure de chien



the drunken dog bite begins its fester
deep in the crook of the joint of the thumb
and the only numb poem visible there
is like a flat and calloused cauliflower
which has laid itself to rest
as an abstract icon
of a puncture
for the actual wound to the dog
was the drunken master
though the master was kind

the reel has no continuity

after the flood
childhood
tale
parade sideshow
antique
being beauteous
lives
departure
royalty
in what must be the original ray
to a reason
morning of drunkenness
phrases
fragments of workers
the bridges
city
ruts
cities
drifters
cities
vigils
mystical dawn
auburn daub

when I awoke it was noon, and up the road near a laurel grove
a stone smooth rabbit
foetus her in the veils I had collected
a statuary
I felt a little her immense
stone embryo image DAWN
and the child fell to the bottom of its wooden mouth
the great stone rabbit foetus was buried
and was the entrance to a well
where the magician pulled more veils out

and would stand at the focal point
surrounded by an impermanent navel of golden tiers
festooned with silk chords, grey gewgaws,
green velvets and crystal dice

I see the foxglove opening on the carpet
of filigree eyes
I see the roses pouring from the holes
of marble letters
laid in a drunken profusion
saying nothing
or maybe

dog bite