Saturday, September 12, 2009


the dreams
are back
the cat
the raven
the snake
One ate
the Other’s cry
lest it pierce
the Third’s eye
but the Third’s eyes bore
twin holes in One
bleeding out the cry
taunting it to try
One wrapped the oozing cry
In its voice and went mute
the Other opened its beak
to swallow the echoes growling at the peaks
the Third uncoiled the time
blurring this piece of space
eyes flipped inside out
to the sets
of real illusion


moochhi said...

this is a dark parallel world, of watch and snatch. a dime for the rhyme.

sift said...

post-modern indeed.