gala & salvadore
posted Friday, 13 May 2005
she started a story
she was sure she could finish
one of delirious phenomena
and a deep fishing hole
she wore a jacquard coat
and a white top hat
he was in the kitchen
stirring up a borscht
under puffs of cotton
blackening into thunder
clouds – after red beets,
a morning’s tortuous toilette
where he ripped a tail of sheeting
artfully cut at the corner –
cut higher to show a black
high rise of hair, and higher
to show a nipple, blacker
than lamp black, blacker than
the black of last nights’ dream
where he threw her
into the sea faire crever
she might expire from the heat
both of them lobsters in the pot
who rise like Lazarus
semi-erect against
an immense lyre william tell
shoots sea urchins from
our heads watches melting
she was sure she could finish
one of delirious phenomena
and a deep fishing hole
she wore a jacquard coat
and a white top hat
he was in the kitchen
stirring up a borscht
under puffs of cotton
blackening into thunder
clouds – after red beets,
a morning’s tortuous toilette
where he ripped a tail of sheeting
artfully cut at the corner –
cut higher to show a black
high rise of hair, and higher
to show a nipple, blacker
than lamp black, blacker than
the black of last nights’ dream
where he threw her
into the sea faire crever
she might expire from the heat
both of them lobsters in the pot
who rise like Lazarus
semi-erect against
an immense lyre william tell
shoots sea urchins from
our heads watches melting
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