...............of the body
is the earth sound
asleep inside
the odor of violets
given off
by decomposing flesh

..............I crack open
a jar of light
withdraw my child hands
from the air and sand
I grew up in

..............I am a lighthouse
with a neighborly porch
a living jewel box
of saffron
and silk..an inane hero and
his double

what a svelte dream this is

a woman removes her head
replaces it with a chandelier
I pin a rose of sharon to my lips
trace my eyes circling the lost
ermines of 2 caresses

.................3 blocks down
2 floors up
....................in "un galope
de claridad nocturna"
I shove the moon off
a ship
..............devour the earth
with an iron spoon

...........hitch-hike gray clouds
punctuated by blood
take off down the street
toward montreal

..................I clean dirt
from under my fingernails

pack my bags

......load up the car

................moonless shadows
join hands and dance
incognito
around the tree of unspeakable
life

.................the wind is holding
its drum mother

under the influence of autumn
when leaves are blowing
my insides are like purple heather
gnashing my teeth on purple heather

-Dave Brinks

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