As/Is







4.21.2008


strange wine

an erasure of Federico Garcia Lorca’s Romance Somnambulo (tr. William Logan)



dream her

flesh, her hair

eyes of

I want you

watching

how I want you

Big stars

come

open

with the sandpaper of

dreaming in

her mirror,

My friend, I come

from the gates of

possible

Don't you see the wound

thirsty dark roses

ooze

round the corners

of the moon

up high

Leaving a trail of

trembling

tambourines

a strange taste