thy butt 'st know no-name Oedipus
carrying villages in your light hem
the darquiri twinkle sustains orchards gives
light where fairies flutter. Some alliteration
shuttles between switch tracking and cinema
a girl's harrowed fane is the torch
quilting the eyes from change


If I call you brother,
its because Im your sister
inthe wedding gown of incest's dram
atization of ground un covered by bodies missing the message
not personal
in green field and dale.

Some machine clicked a door shut
buried paranoia was the walking out show,
not screaming hysterics. Something was injuring the day.

Not Oedipus, not you.
Not me, not him.

Between two buttons.