Sunday, April 13, 2014

Rain / Dream: 16



Rain / Dream: 16

The core is barely visible,
or perhaps not there, for compulsive
self-searchers.  Ravished surfaces,
raw nerve endings... black five-buckle
boots hung from neutral-brown walls....

One thing leads to cartoon-
plastered walls.  Another thing
gets you caught... bumper-dragged
for miles... a raw-meat possum.

Memory: erotic bible scene tapestries
(creams, river-blues, blood-wet reds)...
an eerily calm Saturday night convent.
There is no farther apart than such-like.





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