O the oracular beach
of conscience
O the power of O
ancient wind tunnel
vowel common
to grief and orgasm
This is my place at the beach
Temporary
splendid
eroding
Listen to the foam stupor
how aggrieved
becomes amphitheater
Humans speak to their dead here
run their dogs
Worship the abstract nature
of forgetfulness, forgiveness
smooth and tiny
animal wreckage
along the edge!
baroque or rococo
spiral or leaf
reft claw, tooth
might as well
unicorn horn
ridiculous ideals
crunch below your toes
the most intricate earrings
jewels laid out
dead creatures
a prickly beauty
shines below all
O the joy of it!
The childish urge to write!
Wet concrete in a graveyard!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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