Thursday, October 21, 2010

Center-land:an Infinite Continuum

Clenching your fist, devouring the feast
You mourn for the street tailor to your east
While the sun sinks to your west
A whir of the machine from his nest
And you move to your west
with your clenched fist
Only to rediscover-
You are the center of divine
Where all his shadows rest.....

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Like Your Purging Pink Bloom

Bare and bold, it squirts
A tremor of images...
A cathartic haze......