8/14/2006

Knit _

who was it your mother made love with Oedipo?
yer father


yer father

gathering like the silver waves


leaving the graves of sphinx becoming


over the tiers


yer rather grieving the years
when wave cracked beats

hit the sand

Trieme and poltroon



platoon of face






a gene grasping the Cyclop





'in this secular maze of kindness
and refuge '