Monday, March 5, 2012


a sister clubs the laptop riot
for fifty bucks
green water invades the lake

where screams silence a future history,
ignoring the guilt of freedom lovers
who lack the mechanisms
for bliss, untouched

by the unborn child they slowly unroll their crumpled unnamable sleep

avoiding the flight of dinosaurs,
bored who become dragons

before dying at the feet of angels

flowers that give wing to Pegasus perceiving
the circus of the sky beyond

of terrestrial arms, the bleeding cosmos washing
those feet that are

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