In June,
the moon and her sister
were stitched by a Mother God;
Basket-weave hair that stuck
the two together: their hands
their feet.
Umbilical lungs that pumped
steady; rubber punching bags,
bronchi knitting thread to latex to flesh.
On their tenth birthday,
they made themselves heart-shaped boxes--
pistachio felt and pregnant
with scissors.
The damsel blue moon
flared bone white while
the sun sank from red to yellow to
a shade just darker than her sister-face.
And the people bellow
count supernova beads--
a Rosary to the Lupercal
demanding lamb-heart blood
for their respective gods.
and We, the countless
lover gemini
spill milk upon the ground
growing bean-stalks to the sky.
Gilded, forever to climb
and seal our twin-lips to
that crook between each-other's neck;
unique as the fingerprints
we made on window pane!
"It's just one cut."
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Four coral actors,
dressed in aqua, plastic and
mouth-pieces on their face
cast summer salts to the depths,
dragging the bodies of all
Whales; waxy mounds that leak
ink and wooden puppets;
fools to dance the
accordion flash:
a maternity ward's
sodium light brigade
Beethoven in Luftwaffe Minor.
A birth cry hooks like harpoons
against ambergris skies,
bleed parfum sweetness
like a daughter's first period.
The blood blooms orchid petals:
a dress of fish-spine to fold
her eggs back inward,
eat the heads like caviar
and bury pearls in the sand.
While, hollow chested,
my eye's arms turn toward the sky;
and enfold the blind fish-child
in the marble-bit whiteness--
clarity and serene cloudscapes
of a Hemingway novella.
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The wind hurdles knives that
carve stone and shape the shell cottage
nestled against the rocking sea--
and a cradle inside turns with the
tides, pulls a moon-rock mobile and giggles.
Steps of tuna toes mock the spirits,
biting toast and spitting foam
down a white djinn's mouth;
one who empties it's guts into the sea:
diaper-gulls that coat a Block-wood ship.
And the giggles--
flashing daguerrotypes; (Cap'n) Nemo on a big-screen--
they fall like pearls from a clam-flesh tongue:
oyster sheen around the toothless disposal.
-Click-Smile!
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