InsaneJournal

Current mood:	cheerful
Current music:	cirque du soleil: a jam

poetry: selections from last hand-in

Corsetry

The delicate pattern of lacing a corset
breathe don't breathe hold still brace
hold still again

paneled sestets in fine gold traceries
laces caught by fingers sprawling
ignore the errant itch
of curved spine, parchment skin stitch
the red friction of bone wandering
by laces, sheathed devilry

please breathe
the ties won't give loosen fray under
the strain of structured beauty

harsh silk stanzas under your breast
the words to show, the laces etch the way

hidden soft lines of syntax, of melody
unconscious bobbing of breath against
tense bones made from ancient rime
terse set tendons under italian armories of form -
soft bellies, soft breasts
a heart itself made hard

free versus the perfection applied
in thin black laces, a deliberate
breathe don't breathe hold still brace
hold still again
brace for my new body


The Road to Beauval

the roads in green black red
charred corduroy corpses below the asphalt

a guard of coarse convoys lead us
burnished black feathers breadcrumb the asphalt

the deer, white flags wild, lead us astray
and the land devours with black pine teeth, a tongue of sod

pines loamthick with thigh bones,
and lichens curdle the asphalt



Presumptions of a Paralyzed God

Attendant lord of china tea
cups and spoons and ragged claws,
yellow fog whiskers hollow him,
dim streets aglow with deep regrets.