April 2011
2 posts
June 2010
19 posts
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Doctors pursued the elusive verdict, their spooky machines awhirr with purpose. Their glowing dyes showed fiery tributaries ribboning my heart: arabesques of argon violet crosshatched in patterns so complex they seemed quite random. It would take some faith to unravel all that bafflement! Was it heretical to expect things from this world? To want to live forever in the cells’ jewel...
SCARECROW
Love loves the time when the road ends.
When the immaculate fever
comes down, loving the distance,
and the luminous wheat in high wind
and the apples.
A man is not a scarecrow, he
breathes and beats at the wind
with a pair of hands.
Throw an apple at him, he takes it, he bites it.
He knows a thing or two
about the country where you live,
country of weather,
country of bitten...
May 2010
11 posts
March 2010
2 posts
February 2010
10 posts
January 2010
11 posts