Saturday, October 24, 2009

abnormalities of conventional love letters


i believe in the devilish, the pure hearted, the pony-legged; my ill-bred brothers
patience over poverty of the mind, a youthful revelation discovered between cereal boxes
calming prismatic visions, painted mountainsides like burning mouths, devouring flora and fauna with curried leaves piling delicately.
i believe in the addition and subtraction of our roles, reversal, like a dogs turned stomach, funeral processions, our own birth on homely sheets.