I spent the morning,
and, I suppose, the afternoon as well,
wandering the beach with feet
singing out from the scorching sand.
Gathering shells the likes of which
I’d never seen before—
Deep purples and perfect spirals or else
strange patterns that appeared painted:
As though in the night a stooped old man—
eyes made bright by moonlight—
wandered the strand with his delicate brush
and […]
i didn’t put this piece up originally because it felt a bit self-indulgent — it was written for someone, and i am trying to keep pieces with amorous overtones a bit more reined in, since they have a tendency to dominate my work. i read it last night at a reading though, and it went […]
she.jungle walks with heart of circling round
her future split bare like coco flesh or
mango juice let free to drip down face so
flushed with life well-lived and unseen wonder.
yet
a loss is dealt in e’er encircling
comfort by the teeming masses that lie
awake at night (a)wondering if they too are
alone. the throngs of drifting ephemera
that staunch the […]
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