Day: August 9, 2018
2 More Still Life Collages
Two somewhat different takes on the same set up.
Monday, September 3, 2012
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In the cemetery
trapped sin and simplicity
tinged with regret.
Under beds,
bruised bits of life.
I have called the wind
on my trite telephone
to speak with my lover in
the vintage language of distance.
The comic book store has
Only tragic books left.
One hero is asphyxiating for fun.
Another scrubs dishes in rum.
Beasts –
blue built and bundled,
and bridled brides.
Brutes weaving wispy webs.
Uncommunicative
My good mental conferences expel
content behind two leaky blue bags.
My tongue is holy and broken.
Fields behind me
Shy away.
My bracelets are sharp for them.