First rejected, then selected, a cycle from cyan to
purple; so great a beige creature, so many emotions, allegators inside—motion above,
a crocodile gnawing his heart. Wine-stained glasses, lipstick rims, in days
passed. High tech understanding, blessed her mind, her ache, her culture; a
feeling like London, an arc in space, even New York grows lonely. Art moving
through gutters, lyrics on the black market, Neutrogena to rejuvenate. A gecko
on a glass table, a little mirror, to see it nosing itself. Confessing more,
lightening in soul, palming purgatory—
belly aches, muscle sweats, purging spirit; fasting,
moving in circles, backing into walls.
The core sandblasted, in minds made of sandy marble,
chiseling winerock.
Upon a pendant, to sense hostility, her face made
deliberate: garment meant to mis-guide, excellence in breath, scruples up for
debate.
Closing in silence, listening inside, remembering it
started upon a psaltery.
