Monday, May 10, 2010

Nivôse

sea
my body is ten feet under disgrace valley
Gabelle between her labyrinthus
dealer sans-culottes told her
the smoky room may be
travelling by speed of light

the eolian disk awaits
words make for a carnage
before she receives the heliocentric sheet
ejecta

5 comments:

Sean Weathers said...

i feel there is a lot of sexuality expressed here and i dont think i can place it with something concrete, but it does leave a certain sorrowful? feeling...very interesting poem.

PO Johnson said...

Well, there is much tension going on here.

Francis Scudellari said...

I definitely feel that tension, and I especially like the line "words make for a carnage" and the whole final stanza.

Megan Duffy said...

I like this a lot. And I love the way you frame this with the opening and closing words standing alone.

Gerry Boyd said...

A fine disordering of the senses. Such is love captured and displayed. Fine work PO. Bravo!