Totem queen

The wind-taxi celebrates the fall of the totem queen. The horse runs with a pistol through rainfall. In a century long ago, she runs her finger along the corner of her lips. Behind the foreskin of history, the queen disrobes and plays cards with the moon. The wind allays her fear with the gift of [...]



  Rupture -1- They speak, who do not speak hiding their face in a cage of sparrows. Their medusa grin coiled in soft horror watch the moment slip under a thousand faces; lonely winter’s child at the tomb of Giovanni. Quietly she sits at the end of the poem. -2- Counterpose at the third stroke [...]