Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Lazarus Machine: The Body Frontier

Bones akimbo, metropole musk
to a causal napkin's surface you
dab frequent man razorblade switchback,
mosaic swathed marvelous blood--

would sensitive poetry flow,
like some fresh 5 a.m. snake charmer,



over your tableau of necrotic flesh?

vermillion dreadfully brilliance gauzed-up art does
eclipse a waning frontier of desensitized dream
maladies. A place where images human
lost gathering cells' complex machines to
electronic fanfare fingers.

Clippings of stars to five cryptic points,
locks of hair yellowed to

apotheosis--

glory: The remorse
of old skins.

2 Comments:

Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

great to have you here matina.
and what an acomplished start.

9:13 am  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

a quick revisit.
precisely what we need here since molly's sad departure.

5:01 pm  

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