This sweet, gushing taste of mandarin:
A bright field full of orange flowers.
Month: December 2012
grey
The trunks of the trees are
grey grey grey
And behind them
Close behind them
The branches of the trees are
grey grey grey
And behind them
Close behind them
The buds on the trees are
grey grey grey
Grey as the trunks
Grey and branches
Grey as grey ever was
Grey as grey ever will be
And above them
High above them
The sky is grey
light on flesh
Light on flesh.
Light runs down my neck
Like long fingers
college french
An old recording of college french:
Postcards, bon-bons, and cigarettes.
pomander
Is there a pomander
That anyone can find
That can keep our hearts
From dying?
frozen
The place between my shoulder freezes. Solidifies. No movement. A tension which gathers and hardens like cement. I wonder if it’s from the cold, but it doesn’t feel cold anymore. No feeling. I wonder if I’ve already frozen to death.