Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Crescent of Dried Blood Where We Expect the Moon



Crescent of Dried Blood Where We Expect the Moon

Chronology seems old fashioned...
a sky of creamy ash.  Quivering sun.
Vocabulary hits a washboard road.

Vocabulary in grays...
a gone-circus... a leathery underside
of over-sized 1950's clown shoes.

What is it that hovers among particulates
of inferno-forest?  Memories of lilac
lingerie... cool touch of a fog-blue tin cup?

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