In A Park
a man squatting on the bench reading a newspaper two white spots the photographs she with the knight in his armor in bed and she in the coffin a beggar is scraping Sahara with a self-immersed shell of an eye somewhere here the bend straight to the next and to the Heaven but first there will be a lake of milk from the woman"s breast three snakes tearing sinners apart and only then where are the children rushing right to the cage for the pageantry of a dead tiger the saliva is trickling over the T-shirts the knees are being bruised to see here it lies a huge one in the pool of blood the same cage-patterned since a suicide but in the meantime staying in a wheelchair like "oh" enter parenthesis under the tree which was once a seed then a worm gradually and suddenly a bird through whose feathers one can admire the subsidence of the bough of the emerald sky my dear Jesus I will never forget 2000 *** Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 08:30 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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