even in my impregnable crimson fortress
ash smile doubts slither and
farthest corner bellows secret names
of my anguish
furious poetics hissing from
reluctant fingers
my mouth the slightest o
small door for love
but larger than this
carnival of words
garish adjective clowns conspire
with jugglings of misplaced nouns
obscuring the lowest ring of this circus:
i am red for you
and only in this roundabout way
can i say

12/08/2006

Author's Note: it should be so easy to say.

Posted on 12/08/2006
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