Violent wounds air on the edge
Of a candle's flame,
Vision makes a creche of echoes
As the family falls together
To sleep as matchsticks,
Sunburned moths matted into the
Maiden's hair, daydreams making love
To ether in the hayloft:
Little girl, daughter yet up in
The living room watching dayglow
Cartoons splatter,
Little boy going to bed in mother's
Little arms, obsessing as I do
About singularity of things:
Of sex with one woman,
One man in an infinity of rooms-
A hurt of echoes numbs this beauty.
I will make more money as a ghost.
Impossible to imagine the infinity
Of dead ends in Minos's maze.
I used to imagine: a school, a mine field,
A rose garden. Nose to nose, the kissing
Beasts.
When a butterfly's wings touch,
They become the symmetry of twins
Kissing
Liaison of Disney world and milk shakes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem