July 24, 2006

Sugar~~

Morning:

out with the petunias and poets past

the flight of bats

sadly

already

pre dawn clouds

dissipated

the early flowers of spring past

more showy

than those of mid summer

surpassed

though each day greets the exuberance

of yellow

lily and pursed butterfly

wings of white

rose: a leak of glory

into the summer’s pool

with morning came

a vision of a naked

woman split

disclosed by shed

hair

ambivalence in the hierarchy of beauty

intrigue of spoilt

innocence like

the tongue of an ant

so susceptible to sugar or bacon

fat, but joy…pleasure

is what we are made for

hardened I look

on the tumors

of the oak outside ready

to fall