Saturday, December 19, 2009


19 _adapted___________her hate __ flying flags across the cannon shaft. The mast's down and the highland is gone. What does she do but bury the sun. Come along, what's the angel dumping down there? __ is that her widow weave on the dock? ____ She's wearing red and gold brocade and the hamper-------------------------- She's an expatriate the day she was beginning. It's music to her ears.

Is the ascending growl careening? does it help to furrow similes as she's beckoned to sheep? this way the world's an existential fold, marrying and furthering her coal hunkered future.

Back to Rheims we stood by the rain holding the night's fist, its cuff links standing alone