PITIGLIANO… A LUMP OF TUFA

submerged in fluids lead
hot dots doing dove
skin on a sunday
afternoon tea
break hot
dogs and
a mere
icona

for the boy in the belfry
he’s crazy

name of meat adjectives
and a hopeless structure
making glass and bone
the object’s core

enters pitigliano in his
diamond pair of
pajamas

like a lump of tufa
so to speak

a corner of your eye
belongs to beef

subdued by basic needs
needles playing pun
pin on a rainy
voodoo moon
dolls deep
needless
seedy
siena
read

and the boy in the belfry
he’s crazy

stream of lava renders
and merging mixture
making lime
and stone in
gradients

like a hump of tofu
not to eat

i certainly am

pick per
fore

M.J.C.A. 14-08-2006