As/Is







3.27.2007


Cancer on the Floor

to savage this day. breasts and beats
your aura beneath cashmere. razed pink
glades a sweating evisceral. bolts from a
jawbone enigma. tributaries oozing a sister's
fetish. the world's trembling oh-so cleanly.
diamonds cannot hallucinate away another.
simulation glints paint cancer on the floor.
oil that bleeds in cruel arcs like known
catacombs falling from a rose's sad jubilee.
paradigms minus radiation laugh after
punishment's red warp and glare.