Monday, March 28, 2005

She Cuts Herself                                    Bloom           


CUTS THE STEEL SOUR FLICK   PRECISELY  OF           


   herself snapped heart-bag    breathing  rock


Shade Smuggled In Choked Red Brick


            DECISIVE SHOCK SUDDEN FLIGHT TINGLE YOUR           


   against fleshy jealousy’s resounding cannon resounding


Buildings            These Walls                        The Gaze


            RED PALPATING SUNSET BILE HORROR    WATCH IT           


   paling images a night’s held my heart spining it’s


Burns                        Like                        Powder Thirst


            THRASH LASHES SINGED   TOO YIELD  HER VOICE


   depth a drop of DNA  or gods naïve pathos to blame           

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