when once I knew
the sky was suckled up with dew
with leavened folds
that brighten hollow scarlet cuckolds
I tasted in dreams
those fuzzied few,
and 'ere the morning away they flew
Then all I held
was bleak and fey ;
a soldier in garnered swift array
But let's not talk of tin toys press'd-
It's Orange who's the adulteress ...
She peeps from every bauble'd surface
of white teeth
that sink
into ethereal fruits
..those insubstantial still-life delights
...
From 4/20/06
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