I find a memory that the theater burned with all my lips have kissed a savage beauty, larger than life Launching ships to sail on seas of ether drenched strawberries worn and mumbling along the halls of shuddering poets in mourning my tongue is not made of bone, my tongue is not made of air…
Month: December 2017
Flutter Sink
To polish the night In patches of memory hints of a past Fastened like dried fruit A dot of fire swaying around a cinder of string flutter sink sultry sugar crust to polish my skin a rest-bit for temperance passages of power spaceships lines that indicate “lift-off” silver and gold leaf gilding and lilting a…
Oscar Wilde I
Paper kites intentionally blank geometry on my fingers a girlhood with three languages “…and you are beautiful in every single way words can’t bring me down‚…” salt and snow in winds of mysteries love comes and goes blessings of a rain that was promised but never came repeating a will to power much softer sounds…