Saturday, June 5, 2010

the craters return
your beak now
pine ash

has brought design
clouds bleed by dusk
you'll still die young


Suns chill their blood in the river.
First it was crowds of milk fed by mutes.

The rabid dog turns in his tiny movie.
The tree makes for a terrifying priest.

A mysterious tree tied to a rabid dog.
Milk my children like this.

1 comment:

Nobius said...

Sayu... nice work here.