Saturday
17May
Saturday, May 17, 2008 at 01:04 PM
In morning's first microsecond,
light imploded, diffused -
two actions, antithetical,
occurred (simultaneous) in the same Nagasaki.
Things didn't fall apart,
they flew...
Stomach weather, mercury silver...
the body complained, shifting ochre.
Aqueduct arteries
sluiced creamy blood.
I was light and dark,
such terror...
Somniloquent itinerary:
lover's volley; crude,
exigent rendezvous; overtures;
lachrymose dicking;
shadows etched on stone.
I will tell you of wild oats,
long sown.