Caricature of the Night

Happiness unbound
crowed flies and pink-ribboned stink
sow-like between black leaves

In all the world there’s only
space, joyful moon

and morning,


ball, seasoning air, seasonal
drear. Without a lifeline, these
teeth tell me nothing.

Fire, bliss, the heights of
malaise unsaid all
in exploding separations

ending, as usual

, in silence stealing through
the streets

[Original Post Date: 06/12/2004]

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