Saturday, November 17, 2012


Tonight, wanton moonlight.
Stars cold and listless.
Angels take human form
to vent their sorrows—

Stillness, bowed head of a goddess.
Gold sobriety stained with sour wine.
Sugar-coated flawlessness now
full of cavities—

Fervent dreams trapped in a subconscious box.
Shiny green lizards dancing
on clouds full of rain:
Imperfection rears its beautiful, exotic head—
and we are all sublime again.

(From the book Kairos)

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