Thursday, October 18, 2012

Travel



Having
run out of money
run out of money
run out of money
in due
course

(corduroy white as Farsi salt, 
morning star)

posturing saint sighs
Lacoste lane of
bereft tree
howling clouds, 
spine
lousy with fish
hooks, ears spilling
sirens.

(Field fallows,
flickers afar.)

Magenta
mountain swallows
sapphire
sun in

the sweet bye
and bye.

Slight fellow follows
tungsten
fire.