Friday, June 15, 2007

Death Medallions

I found them covered
I was covered
it was a secret channel
that only played
sacrifice music.
The lights dimmed like
outages of pain
periodic squid ink
into the eye of the
insane constellation
wing of cat's beard.
Beard of dirty fingerprints'
presences (equipped
with yesterday's knowledge and
today's voluminous counter-)
trees and their shadows
become for me two gusts
I pondered
up into Deep Thought
where birds and shit
caught in
the firmament
make sounds with their shapes
and "follow your dreams."