Archive for December 26, 1991

Untitled poem #-11

Posted: December 26, 1991 in Poetry
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tonight
as a dream
of ocean,
there is seaweed,
a corsage
on my wrist,
sand in my nails;
my window was open
to the stars,
mirrors to
mad poetry.

I count the bones
rained from above
which sound like wood
dropped on stone
when they fall.

If I could,
I think I’d love
the long bones
most of all,
and the skulls.

The King in Yellow

Posted: December 26, 1991 in Poetry
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thee King in Yellow
lies still,
his face shrouded
by thee breath
of a thousand monkeys.