2006/08/25

noe (or, Let down Rapunzel!)

away my hills, and far, and close with me.
join, and jointly fear, this tower-in-the-dist-
ance sight. cylindrical she seems, her phallic
corners bend back into my twisted fingers.
absolution, absolution, oh christ please throw
me away from seeing shadows and battlements.
my mother's arms are bloody from carrying water
to wash these scalps of saracens and moors,
her leige man sent to bring me back from
my lover lays waste (Roland, is that you?)...
and i am all hair--'s breath away, and far.

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