05 April 2009
hold still teatime
dears: shall we sip tea and talk shop? what days are good for everyone? holdstillwords@gmail.com -jackqueline
02 April 2009
mandrake
a herd of heavy myths came out of the earth in chainsmoke. the crease of and lip. how syllables collect lithe ancestry; a masculine word, paradis(e), drawing in white the background music. allusions, no longer speak, sing to one another, walk in the mouth where shadows are best and keep. sake gathered mud, sunk, so in rocking back and forth, became free. a sound depression, medieval jaws of audiences and on to a better way of breaking. given ember. suffer. grace. suffer grace, build a mausoleum to catch the man o war. a washtub of taut skin on the opera's throat. its clear medicine, made of myrrh. a murmur made. a murmuring maid: a dame amphibious, symptoms of. surrendering. as if to wet birth the legend is to inhabit its night, take penance elegantly, grow coldblood. as isobel in moodlight offers, touch is an operation. pander, borrow, muscle a concise love, sewn over, thimbleless. execute brevity: spill laboratories potion beds. felt of piano. of stockings reprised. in deconstructing we string a harp. perform unravelledness. he said books will not wait on you as the marginalian and her minor choir spoon sick and white as temper. will to document. is of root, theater. to play write prayer, to corset its hairs. slumberous, locket a night shade and lay it to the sound.
01 April 2009
slip
search piece by piece through the eyepiece of your hush and zoom. while i lie cold on your glass slide. glove me, cunning and cellular with my electrons seduced & window skeletons wheeling specimen prayers.
unfurl my chromosomes.
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