Sunday, February 15, 2009

poem A Marital Vinyasa

A MARITAL VINYASA

"We've saluted so
many suns. Numb, we gasp from
their sheer sunniness."

"We sweat. We struggle
to hold our focal points on
some middle distance."

"Some perturbation
in Bally's stained ceiling tiles
does it for me, dear."