Saturday, November 29, 2008

Ritornell (refrain)

....A child in the dark, gripped with fear, comforts himself by singing under its breath. […] The song is like a rough sketch of a calming and stabilizing, calm and stable, center in the heart of chaos.”
The RitornELLE assists in the creation of a “territory”, a “home”; however, it is also possible to “movements of escape”.

Line of fight

over her face. The guarded lamp in the shaded pair. SHe wishes to be your lover. But wont move her butt. Off a plane of prejudice et territorie. Alors. She worked three x to come. between us. Not reply the missive complainer she is. Buried by hands/Yer Mona comes home.

Yer home Jill

does yer home

equal the distance you spent

between territories of body

and river long?







Mona throw a rope. Catch it with yer teeth. Confetti burnished in the air. Come to me darling. You see the sight is ours. Cupped in our hand, handy brogue of lover you are.

O thy fumble's rich with teeth

yer prose is a camer a inthe offbeat. Game would come. as the being who appeared singular as night was height reckoned by the second. A fat bishop__ SNip SnaP. saith we dont know but we are communisting warping with the grief.

Svelte one come here. Obediant to the call. Missing these purse between us. In medias res.