Friday, August 7, 2009


HERMAPHRODITE RIDER

Bliss for your strangled cry.
Cheese-wedge amazement, almost to the extreme
Of real faces.
A mask of me swells on women who see it, and
They're rendered sterile;
Forced to persist in overlapping parts.
What shoots up straight restores balance
To the pearl.
A divination that escapes the untrained.

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