Sunday, December 03, 2006


eyes lost traipsing over her revolving skin
a pane of glass a slice of mirror hunger
in psychophysical pastels funneling slow spiral
a sweat hearted flow following she field
a train of thought rolling small of back
navel a monocle done gone more clearly see
that elsewhere is everything else but us
welcome to here we are under the influence
of stars drill bits burrowed through
to the soul pinned down arm thermometers
too much red bursting velvety so good
so fine sweetly and this is mystery region flat
on back body above going going down going gone

1 comment:

derek said...

i love this. & sometimes there is not much more to say than yes. great.