Jan 232016
 

re_kindling #1

 

 

just wooden folk in the front yard of myths

leaning into the wind as one might a friend

leopards without spots bees without sting

inspiration splinters to watch hacked out jargon juggled about

with hoisting of prayer flags an axe swings wild

defining THe as emphasis prior to a pyre

right after those little wounded wombs heal over in the fire

looking strikingly familiar as undressed dolls

put on display in cinder block dorms

buttery ero guro figurines posed in a hidden paradigm

where amputee dancers gyrate alongside sexy exclamation marks

choreographed pelvises yielding clearcut absurdity

pressed against the grain tapping the backspace repeatedly

erases nothing as endings calve unscripted beginnings

save us from ourselves they cry give us a good telling

knot wooden scenarios stabbed with tines of a stag’s horn

while fuchsine cherry blossoms are shot out of glossy red cannons

the end starts over pulling on tangled lines

to face the strangers inside

just who are they I ask

 

could be just old friends never discovered

 

 

re_kindling #2

 

 

re_kindling #3

 

 

re_kindling #4

 

Wovenhand   WOODEN BROTHER

 

 

Amelia Curran YOU WON’T FIND ME

 

 

 

 

 

 

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