you can't eat beauty
besides paying attention there is nothing
to it
glazed gaze fixed like a mineral
bursts of moss
green bullets
that puncture a veil of silvery mist
i am seething inexhaustable dwarf desires
behind this crooked smile
high
on a mountain side
i am hurricaned flowerheads
with eyes of black metal
Friday, March 27, 2009
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