Tuesday, March 6, 2012

die rabid

over chosen wink 
 he hasten –
am i to die rabid
 maii heart dry shreads?
here scattered strife 
 there her skull forming?
and does a mechanimal 
sigh more if racing?

‘O wHy’ he sigh
 bronze steel ore stored
in there and after
 such very luck.
wine and webs –
 that’s where i never go.
bereft, wrecked.
 and mechanimals can man
said kittenwhore.

 woman has that
winter gender
 and licks lichen
covered plots
 on the right night
north side of the flag
 swinging in wind one
like a bug in love
 often dies wanton
but w/o lust –