January 2010
6 posts
Ilio
I was able
To reach the bottom
Of this river
And touch you
High temple stone
Made mosaic by the mosses
And you are most beautiful
Dark Holy Mother
Across Bog Bridge
Come to your dirty mamma I am your violetta That you look for In the half light and am wet and dripping with the canal camps muddy
My toes grip the red root of the black willow which call the honey bees Beeswax seals my lips and I say nothing of how you come to me in the quiet in the chaos
I woke up naked cool with only your new moon murmurs and fireflies to clothe me
shake me ...
Aime
1
Yes I know you from the Shadows of Mekambo And the small smell of Palm oil rubbed into the masks
Yet my khush balm leaves you Copper mouthed, tumult of Sensations, Thunder Side of the Camp
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Cleaning out the fountain In the courtyard of that place We had on Rue Royale
Water lilies and papyrus had Over took it and I tore the roots apart Lifting out the magnolia petals that Fell in...
i give you
i give you ebb and flood fistfuls of harvest at the junction of seasons
lark in the tangled meadow shows your eyes hands a ridge gullies our bodies are painted we are ashborn and are returning back to magma back to stars
i will rest here and am close dove sunset a song there
dreaming
Votive umbilicus
3 tags
Chariot
Can I carry on like 500 convicts, 25 to Life Colder than ice, colder Strap me down How many men does it take “You are vulgar,” they tell me
Requiem from the rivers Sweet overflow Dread washed in the sea Aloes and shea couldn’t ever soften his edges
They took away my husband in chains He used to bring me flowers that I swear Were funeral arrangements Perfume of camphor and ...