blood ships

February 12, 2007

This evening of mind is cool;
there is blood orange and frost
on the window. I am a high glass
and lips, vesicles loose and last
to be sipped. Gamblers

are eating their slips;
they reticulate, mexican wave
helped into sky by wings and hands,
fruit falling to blood ships.


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