Sunday, May 31, 2009

Black Pollen Volcano Deer

if the rake is
a fang, then
let it be black

fits any
for all

or pinpoint the mute
malamara amorous

deer rose

if a fanged rose
if dear
then hear this
hollow flute fang

black or obsidian

hear this deaf volcano
fanged in roses

dearly pre-loved
when fangs are dipped
in rosewater

when solid black eyeballs
hide in the heads of deer
and dearly beloved roses

crowns of roses
hover over dear dead volcanoes

the young dead deer
are queer as roses
and never appear

like volcanoes
with their black eyes shining
never more near

sharp black obsidian ears
like fearless fangs
are swollen

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