While rugged dogma
wheeled monastic rack
and wrung me, lithe
gazelle of haloed ears,
roiling sacred haunt
inverted phallus,
and fright-flung me 'cross
mad forest shears, where
bellowing the moon,
creeping white phlox bloom,
snowball viburnum,
hostas, roses white --
Moor flames a gather
'neath mother's dark noon
glow, shriek-songing
my gloaming heart stone.
wheeled monastic rack
and wrung me, lithe
gazelle of haloed ears,
roiling sacred haunt
inverted phallus,
and fright-flung me 'cross
mad forest shears, where
bellowing the moon,
creeping white phlox bloom,
snowball viburnum,
hostas, roses white --
Moor flames a gather
'neath mother's dark noon
glow, shriek-songing
my gloaming heart stone.
Music, Music, Music. I love the sonic playfulfullness in this poem.
ReplyDeletelove the rhythm of this and how it's broken up. You's got talent!
ReplyDeleteThank you, dearests!
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