Sunday, March 18, 2007

Lost and Found

Hungering begets slim wrists [I'm with
slender tongue shards of grass
between lips] triangle silver heart--
blades my words apple chest

noon applique
[eclipse of sunken breasts]

eye-shaped synagogues of old wounds
and yes greendry this spine--a raging
constellation guides the dead to my belly.(95)

Insomnia hurricane a strand of sex tied
up in ribbons redmad rashpeel terror
stooping low to feel the marshes
between quiet crevices of navel.

Sleep in this ear like Bosch and his mad
earpluckers in the valley of triptychs--volcano.

Hunger is not water, just pecks like loon,
the lost then found cocoon of archaeopteryx. (100)

Swabbed larvae, bones [secretly sleep in]
buttons dismembered shadows of mothering
knuckles and spit.One hand writes love
and violence the other adds to it:

sweat and passion. (75)

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Cross-cut of texts:

Octavio Paz- A Draft of Shadows
Erica Jong- Loveroot

3 Comments:

Blogger Wolf said...

jesus....
this is absolutely fucking beautiful. i have to read those lines over and over and over.
amazing.

6:36 pm  
Blogger Molly Bloom said...

This site just gets better and better. My fingers itch (as old Capulet would say) to get my fingers back in here. Excellent writing and art. Congrats everyone. Speechless.

Take me home.

6:52 pm  
Blogger Russell CJ Duffy said...

this is waht makes blogging worthwhile, coming across a little gem like this and trying to learn its strange shapes and contours.

as for molly b...invite is on its way.

9:09 am  

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