14 June 2006

th'abandond garden

eating heart amid burning grass.
                                  vanilla scente
er orchid grunt.huh
relationship – tiny veins are ballerina wires.france
manicure   draws bad blood     from my 
                      fingers, 
                      deepr than an ultrasound now.found
                                  eden,
a tiny floating seed;
       and out came tumbling
an apple.
not too heavenly, and not too loud             
                                                paper-thin  ear drummers go   liste-lay  lemon ee so.
9
a small wet sauvignon dream
of petals.nervous on an abandond thigh.
fall should be finer, sylvi, I promise
cream bombs of stimu then, my tiny veins, dancer wires,
heart drapes for yr bedroom.
                                                                                                     9 Editorial angels 
toil over th cave metaphor
in an abandond garden.

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