flames
on my waist
...
my starbelt
breaks
...
and my dusky eyes
are pink and green risings
...
the grass groans
in the weeds of the wind
...
I descend to a cave
drop to earth
the horizons collapse
...
from white envelopes
fingers caress
bright thighs
...
...
...
after the earth foamed
the sky shook
and the rage of the sun
was brave as any lad
on a haystack
...
the snake slipped
into the bales of the day
...
and the shouting lunch boys spat milk and blackberries
at the people on
the slo mo movietone news
...
under the blanket of time
and the old woman
beckoned
her beak
sharp in my ear
