ODE TO L

You sleep like a Madonna on a rock
A Madonna under the tree
In "to kill a mockingbird"
leathery brown grey skin
folded taut like the drum
of a trampoline

your heavy air
punctuated by the herbal, steel intoxification
of a butterfly bush
some old perfume
in the corridors
of Brooklyn

pregnant blossoms appear
black to purple
to the faintness of grey
and violet like candy
silver wrappers
unburdened buds
in wax paper

wet air webbed
necco wafer petals
a child clenched in your openings


I admire musculature on a summer day
Down from under
The skeleton of clouds
Flesh tyranasauras rex
Fat to bones
In five seconds flat

A crescent of net encircles you
Pricks of green
Outline highlighted
Did you ever meet Pearl Crescent?
She stripped for mangos
Near the voodoo museum
She dons pink and grey
Stitched in blue

Robin's eggs
Crack and ooze
Toast pops from a spring
We are gauze imprinted
A pattern of cells

Illuminate
Identify
Magnify
minimize me
Sandwich me in glass
Multiple
Mass apply
Moist edges
We are all under the microscope
Here there are no borders
No boundaries
No barbed wire
Here we are all one map

I can taste
The painting in your mouth
Fleshy, cool, warm
Triangles float on my tongue
Fur
Nests my throat
You are all people

Tie me in twine
Airstream me
Pomegrante juice me
Construct
And knot with sticks
Bookend me
Dog ear me
This is not a multiple choice day


She was stained
In a garden of raspberries
Constrained in purple silk
Incised by a thorn
It read
I imagine all I want
And more

Hot crust
Marked
Crisp
Crushed red
Breaks
Hot spicy
Sweetness
Honey blanket
Infusion

Cocoon me
Teepee
Shelter
Nest
Arrest
Tent
Me
And more

Trailer park me
On top of a hill
With a lounge chair
And an essay
On the symbolism
Of the lawn jockey

While he lighted
The grass
All the ballerinas danced
Off the blanket
Frayed their way to Greece
And back in time
For the rain

Rain smells like minerals
On pavement
What color is the scent of air?

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