Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Venus Retrograde

She bright in orange tights shifting and rattling
She close to white ice without the heat
She won't tell you who she is because
She doesn't know

A belly-armed monument
still pink with memory

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Animal Planet

...An unstable tradition lurks in the lion's litter obscured in tall grass, for the tradition relies on the prey.

The lioness paws and flirts with something much bigger than her

A quake of fur and feathers-ecstasy of intent- pulp and still pulsating prey

a primal scene perverted by invasive camera phosphor viewed at monstrous angles.

flash bangs of a foreign ecstasy light up our walls

From our couches or chairs



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Nosce te ipsum