frost windows
by Wm. Rike on August 20, 2007
In morning’s first microsecond,
light imploded, diffused -
two actions, antithetical,
occurred (simultaneous) in the same Nagasaki.
Things didn’t fall apart,
they flew…
Stomach weather, mercury silver…
the body complained, shifting ochre.
Aqueduct arteries
sluiced creamy blood.
I was light and dark,
such terror…
Somniloquent itinerary:
lover’s volley; crude,
exigent rendezvous; overtures;
lachrymose dicking;
shadows etched on stone.
I will tell you of wild oats,
long sown.
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