Friday, November 2, 2012

Final Choices

Madam of curious chaos,
you are concealed in hands
sliding through flesh estuaries.

The sea heaps its love on
as you roll with the tides,
beach and bleach.

You are the twin
that sank before you.

Evicted on the arduous
western shore, you recall
Asian palms, a woven prayer.

And at dusk, you eclipse
the artless, decaying stars.

Monday, March 19, 2012

oblique prayer

emma cannot be
she injects capacities
of life
hits back
in self destructive             exposé
over the edge
one hand irregular
in sorrow
her man
concerned about
her sanity
finds comfort in a bed
of differing          grace
emma worships him
with pure oxygen inhale
in the habit
of a nunnery