the skull of cow, apparently, has opened doors I've never known existed... I wanna close 'em

a moaning, similar to underwater oceans,
arises from my intestines
with spiderlike courage
erasing the calm
from behind which
fear lashes out as howling winds
among the petals
of these tiny flowers.
lamenting, calling
after scents so roughly taken.



9-27-09
a head emerged
like the clam of the sun
thrust out
of the womb of night,
to penetrate eyes
staring at horizons pale
as lemons in the dark.
(where) the fog
of curly stenches
lingered like
pink orchids on our lips.
some smiled. cried.

hair
like grasses and trees
still, in the transparent heat of fire.
no rustling in the silence
gathered here.
only knife-sharp shadows getting shorter,
laying like thoughts. one:
do cows dream of sea horses?


27-IX-09

where he collapsed
in a broken puddle
catching oranges of
sun setting through
a window open.
this was a real fool.
a gem. unannounced
rushed across the floor
to kneel befor(e) me
facing the chair
I looked at.
pressed his head
into my cunt (knowledge)
and reaching over his head
grabbed my ass
a cheek in every
hand to pull with
vigor into pushing skull.
so hard my skirts
burst into thunders.
a cucumber was never
more quiet. green
clarity of silence
rose with him to look
at me. an unforgiving sky,
seeing endless pain
in the plain, "why you?" like
hummingbird a quickly thought.
he threw his head like (the)
stallion of Arab(ic) land(s) and
jumped up on my table
from where the startling
swan dive sliced.