THE TIGHT EYES

December 28, 2010

the tight eyes of the braided rope

haunt –

the spiral cord, engorged, continues to dine,

methodically chomping –

the pain of spillage is bloody

but neatly defined –

i remember the tractor fondly

when

i tap my sleeping foot against the gleaming radiator –

monstrous my owl –

harpsichord lost

in the dunes

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