November 05, 2010

Notes on Spilled Milk.

I see you -
    dipping fingers
    into piles of gray ash
    cut up and
    collaged then

There is a mechanism here -
    a series of threaded spools strung
    strung out
    through beer can tab eyelets
    in the shape of a geranium.

It is a machine for seeing -
    where particles of memory
    triggered by the sound of falling
    falling acorns
    travels through fibers
    refracting meaning at forty degree angles
    until synapses diffuse and the image is
    revealed in a post-nasal drip:
   a brown haired savage
throwing tarot cards from the roof
singing about sunshine.

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