21 May 2010


Saver 5/21

At the top-heavy point of the world
the bludgeon becomes ice covered - enraged
it comes hard - tilting with the caps
and comes down splitting

Like that child ice skating in that song
falling through the ice - freezing
tears like diamonds on her face
a bronzing glitter look

You could take the cubed person home
leave her in a cold room - look at her sadness
propped on some pedestal
touch the surface - polish it clear

At night would she blink out
the days - watch you
in your nudeness and be scandalized
does she dream about hearing?

That bludgeon - on the precipice of
the ice-covered spaces - does it feel
similar as it drives down deep - come out dripping
heated - red - does it know the seal pup as a lover?

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