billyfivecrows

I flip the portrait on its side.
I decide to nourish, determine
The shape of hunger, how its
Flat rape of a simple target

Draws interrogation to a close.

Eye is the eye of a bull. Arrow
Is the arc of an angel; bear
With me: string over flash
Will look like a snake. A devil

Hides in bamboo or lake; no
Matter is discreet enough
To cover with a glossy sheet, so
Smile. (I was just waking, so

I watered the garden. You were
So peaceful I snaped a shot.
What did you notice in your
Dream? There's a dawn like

A sticky mirror; all color
You give way takes shape
Or just hangs there. It's right
To create light for the sky.

But I wouldn't do it.

Here's enough for any room

Deep inside...)



improv. July 30, '05.