MUDSLIDES IN THE AGE OF THE PURITAN - by CD Barron

MUDSLIDES IN THE
AGE OF THE PURITAN

'My brow is damp
likes stars in April.
The rain falls
so lightly that
I am no longer flushed.
Winter's fire
flickers as it sweeps through the desert,
myself too tired
to follow.'
Ingeborg Bachmann


against the perfect
image of your global
artichoke head -
etienne de silhouette -
any chance of
backdrop possible -
for thine be the glory
arisen purpley thing -
given your dewdrop
brain bursts in
florets of incan-
descent singing &
borrowed etruscan
décolletage -
ravishing in a risque
ruskinesque
barbecue sauce

7-8-15