Tuesday, December 28, 2010

eucalyptus.

1. the drunken pendulum of these trees in the wind
is something without intelligence. It's of the body or
of the supernatural. A home under a tongue, a trance
devoured into the marrow where there is not one inch of doubt
uncovered.

2. four servant women
have their hair loose after dinner
like pheasants balancing upon freckled necks
leaning towards each other
with crooked elbows
and knees that are skinned pink and shell
these women gather beneath the rounded
hunch of this lead mountain each night
its spine bowing at their dirty feet.

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