Wednesday, May 8, 2013

You Know I Can Sleep Anywhere

These parts are no longer important

the secret tiptoes once again

like an intrigued stranger

over the fresh greenery of photographs

never expelling the bright ambient

I never said mother lightly

But the rest of what I have said

has lightly fallen like dander

or blush or the thinking that something will

come out of it

This is also about the couple dinning

alone in a castle which I have said

nothing about.

All Life is like this Afteroon

All life is like this afternoon on your young sandy face the weight of the stars the body tasting like snow a slipcover of communic...