Gabriel,
blow your trumpet in my ear
so I may hear
the rise of lilies
Marching down my throat
Naked ladies and daffodils
King proteas and petunias
Spinach, celery and rocket
For the venus fly-trap has lost her teeth
in semi-nation feasting --
My gut is a gaza-strip:
holier than seven maries
times eleven matzot, squared
Who would raise the dandelion and the khaki-bos,
Who would shield the cornflower and the joseph's coat
in semi-nation trepidation
My gut is a gaza-strip
My nerves: a dead sea . . .
But Gabriel,
blow your trumpet in my ear again
so I can see
the significance of shattering
14 August, 2014
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
Gabriel,
blow your trumpet in my ear
so I may hear
the rise of lilies
Marching down my throat
Naked ladies and daffodils
King proteas and petunias
Spinach, celery and rocket
For the venus fly-trap has lost her teeth
in semi-nation feasting --
My gut is a gaza-strip:
holier than seven maries
times eleven matzot, squared
Who would raise the dandelion and the khaki-bos,
Who would shield the cornflower and the joseph's coat
in semi-nation trepidation
My gut is a gaza-strip
My nerves: a dead sea . . .
But Gabriel,
blow your trumpet in my ear again
so I can see
the significance of shattering
14 August, 2014
