Sunday, February 22, 2009

winds ran beside us
down the rabbit hole
we fell:

three times before tomorrow,
hearts fell into deep darkness
knives stuck from your pores
faces gleam
rings crash to the ground
falling upwards
five pianos
with five angels, i thought
coming from Elysian?

prefer letters to written word

archaic instruments
falling through windows
our heels click, hells remiss
wormholes twist
spines attach to miniature cities

icebergs of love
press into sparrows' breast
all sparrows, are we?
sword over us
saw feathers as we dug for worms
dirt under fingernails

silent bruise
expressionistic paintings
upon further examination, your
seeping words
melting glass
(over matters, you see)
was never here