Snow Wok
An iris’s blue vein turns
answered MOCKBA
aerogramme of the phoned poem
He leaves but leaves
Orchids rooting hair/gold/ of balls
yields palates affable clicks and tickle
under loam’s
(a sort of photographic plate)Wants to remember
the raised leg in sex in ballet in winter the spruce
geese may remain in paintings
(those thickets)where both of your brushes may get lost
There is hair on the ends of these chopsticks!
You are eating his paint (a mousse pendulum)
fills all the windows with light
borrowed light
is most painful& thoughtless light
is most powerful