Tuesday, December 27, 2011

birth . . .

baby boom daughter of a movie queen and a medicine show
juggling moons and carnival masks
between the blue waters ....
tonight ...
snow comes on
heavy & thick as black as a walnut's thigh
turning this lament into a great horns cry
the sharp daggered pierce
of a cut to the core
bruises & wounds
each intake of breath
every mistake and regret
as i live with the pain
yet there.
move that picture of dragons & orbs
move it
to reflect even more upon the veiled faces
veiled with secrets accomplished
and golden beauty stolen with whimsies hand
sparkling & golden .....
rain melts all regret .

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