AnnMarie Eldon

Friday, January 13, 2006

egg talk

the sea is a turtle
bound for her beach
whatever the moon
incountable
ugly, necessary
numbers are hell
no one way to lay to
bury guilt
yet many, many
models: legal or
juridical or
theological or
I dreamt love
was mere belly-gloss
was retched and wretched
scutes-tempted shove-spew or
froth
was pact
was hurt
was cost
was loss. So
confound your palms-together kneeling
righteousness
an arribada
on yer balancing

act
we are boundary
not sea
the real is a predator