Monday, January 3, 2011

Her Identity


Her identity means in our most broken, not beginning.
Suffer to investigate thought - joke, blind missive.
Delve, paint on when this performer appears,
As I influence communication.

We write, shimmer, create . . .
Nude though free.
Throw metaphor, felt that on her, languished,
We played mellifluously.

My beauty does elucidate canvas.
Slather an open big experiment, have more of it,
Demand respect, know when I am raging.

5/18/06 with Brooklyn Suicide, 77, 78-1, 78-279






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