venerdì 17 ottobre 2014

Joseph Nechvatal

poem from my epic poem: Destroyer of Naivetés
Joseph Nechvatal


sun fire by a million
silver drops of prismatic light
onto wet eyelashes

the play of light
a contraction of the heart
the dark wet fingers

proclivitie touched eyes
circle like corolla

flower
floating into the silence
an ancient sun with bends of water
eyes
clinging naked

bodies in an esoteric act of lustration
like an extenuation

swelled my bough with the sap
proclivities of springtime eye

eyes bristling with desire
eyes sweating from this branch

fluids of obscene virility



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