Fin de Siecle

By | 12 May 2004

The people
drank each other of love


The teeth lay alone
as a history of love

Wet sails fell along the spine
made the boat sleeping
rather than its
or its

      A curl. A bracket.

A whisper

            the quiet work to soften song.

The people move and love
between the slap of waves,

                        Semen mixes with the sea.

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