THE WINK OF AN ICON

Cloud-chasing on a chilly Monday in
March: marble arches and frozen
zest for form. Malformation
shares our small part’s chloride;
chloroform creates a stunning
ride.

Yet now I meet you on the threshold
of our all-forbidden dorm; and yet
I give you credit when you earn
the least – the more is suffered,
though… Severe this sudden
blow.

Un coup de poing n’était jamais un
coup de force…

Hag-hunting on a sunny Tuesday in
June: flaming furze’s balls trusted
worth of some. Malnutrition
feeds our need, our monolith;
characters fool around and
cranky come.

Again I meet you on the doorsteps
of a circumcising drum; ‘though
now I hiss away your highness,
since you debased yourself to
beast… Regard this sudden
feast.

Regard this feast on men mendaciously…

M.J.C.A. 02-25-2005