7/31/09

Something thought of while de Kooning was discussed

and underneath it all
(those lights blaring symphonically
from rooms left unexplored)
he was a firefly blinking out, at a distance

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Millipede
for Laura Brown

as you climb up that leafy stalk
chewy I imagine you
crunchy perhaps against the snapping verdancy
like a mustard spread salty against lettuce
you smeared would be delicious

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Broken Ankles

those demoiselles chopped even further
the cracked angles of curves
dislocated past the point of recognition
perhaps taking it too far
replacing those faulty brush strokes
with those of women more put together