Saturday, December 1, 2012

The Classical Veins of Marble Mystify

The evergreen bristles next to the whorls of a finger
on a glossy magazine came to terror when the fever
came raging in a sickness driven by weather change.

A small pine tree dreamed by a boy under heavy quilts
grows so heavy that the black sweats become a river,
marbled aqua tiles lifted from a stickyness of wet glue.

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