Paper-Bag Your FACE!
A wisp of smoke
That growls off the tongue
Like a winter avalanche
Neverclear, never solid
Refracted through a lens
As through fathoms of swamp
Light as babies’ breaths
Strong and flexible as you make it
Moldable as modeling clay
A cloudy mirror
Reflects what you wish to see
Regardless of the crafter’s whim.
If the sap of Love must encroach
And bare Its yellowed teeth
Just rearrange Its mouth and eyes
Or paper-bag its head at least.
-- 3/15/07
That growls off the tongue
Like a winter avalanche
Neverclear, never solid
Refracted through a lens
As through fathoms of swamp
Light as babies’ breaths
Strong and flexible as you make it
Moldable as modeling clay
A cloudy mirror
Reflects what you wish to see
Regardless of the crafter’s whim.
If the sap of Love must encroach
And bare Its yellowed teeth
Just rearrange Its mouth and eyes
Or paper-bag its head at least.
-- 3/15/07