....so that the blue <br />lights <br />light, <br />not the red <br />.....or the green... <br />the harness is lined... <br />no cuts, <br />just impressions... <br />pictographs <br />fade <br />and <br />reassemble between or on <br />other ribs and flanks... <br />barefoot, knowing where the tiniest escarpments are...and the rip-rap.. <br />flesh blossom-washed, <br />dried, <br />anointed <br />.... carefully, though by now the scars have scars... <br />appearing <br />smooth, flawless..even to the practiced eye... <br /> <br />for every waterfall <br /> a barrel... <br />for each slumgullion, <br />a bowl... <br />a sprinkling of invisible ear-notches?<br /><br />delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/familiar-7/
