The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

Lethe, after H.D. by Anne Waldman

Nor child painted sick
nor other rocking motion
nor love’s cool anger in pretty room
nor woman’s lonely station
nor cold winter
maturest fears
button up! button up!
nor New York City’s toys
Nor Edwin Denby to disagree
Nor wealth, fame, mother
to blanket me
Never kisses penetrate
the grieving morrow
“You sleep through the night
but for this”:
sweet widow pills
tiny hexagonal portals
to oblivion

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.


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