"untitled"
forceps pluck at my dissolution material
the bloodied beak of a ravished vulture
tears the flesh off my face and therefore
leaves less to tear but black rain that
stinks most foul staining in memoriam the ink-jet cloud
was it cumulonimbus? or: how i learned to love just nimbus.
they do not know that when i sleep
the octopus blooms
her liquid night upon me
and i awake, thinking i am she
with the doctors in my mouth.
1 comment:
I like the obsure structure reference to Dr.Strangelove.
thanks for teaching a great class and for putting up with my constant talking.
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