"She" - 4 poems (2021/12/22)

She (1)

the fire strike is the egg
tearing her and the children apart
wax dim
"W" is like a line
but ... walls with me, like bewilderment, over great wind
leans over ... turned away girl
she defeated the bird.

Babble

parched face in the room
and the room is mixed up - naked, save her - he assesses
all factories
the crackling guarding bird is to melt
stooped woman with gum
words, though crooked and noisy - psychology, shabby, paper and prolonged
the prisoner gurgles waving at an ancient vision -
with a brilliant me, but store employees, newsboys
one small eye socket so bright that countless screaming sneers hurt
she
mumbles in nurturing gibberish.

Light

the light pouting naked ...
there is no cross to that
her every shot turned velvety
the bloody goy in the open and perverted
wounds not pulled back at night
I was making attacks on the body's throat
there in breaking her, to them and fainting
the old woman gloomily ... look, everything in the trap of dissolving needles
bales of flames
dimly one to the white court,
mine - theirs outside,
that the rolls were like baby cribs.

She (II)

ready to hear things-- there are other nights of them
come with a key to each
unannounced feast
and faint - you will
because fabric bells
spattering curves
they will tremble on the table. - the soul behind the jade ...
everything like glass shaking glass
faded trampling in crying
and the soul behind the balls
a terror that crackles and twists like a violet.