25 March 2008

Fight at the Dinner Party

Punch in the face.
The blow hit warmly

Tearing dermis from
The muscle beneath.

The blow bequeathed.
It burned white hot

Along the cheek bone
Red blood, dried brown.

the Unwound Cord

Just bring in the unwound cord
The untoward and finite measure

It's my pleasure to deny
The limits of your glow-limned eyes.

Our chalk-line limitations sing
And raise stray hairs along stray thighs.