Tuesday, 28 June 2011

bedpoem four:

moss covers the north
                      and below it,
anchored firmly under the grass covering,
trees continually grow. in the ground, an ecosystem 
                                                           cool and earthy 

covered from head to toe in a
single
      white
            fitted
                   frame house.
Triumphant but short.

bedpoem three:

as the trees taste the stains of their palette,
the white and yellow scream,
bringing the cradle and mattress.
it was
the animals and birds and insects filling 
the huge flowers with the abuse
                                    of a child


awful floral characters



the comforter is the cradle for reprieve;
comfort and warmth 
the white blanket made a canopy of silence
reside upon the bed itself.