Feb 08, 2008 20:27
they captured
black wings brass beak
but bird ain't a raven.
Head nested
In too-tight white
Collar, feathered by a tie
there is Bird, burning
still
face ballooned
in mid-blow, mighty
wild. Gleaming Were-brass
genius -monster
of saxophone lycanthropy
eyes dilated
in my dilated
eye, screaming blackness
still screaming time-free
quality of blackness / Is not stained
But seen, so strange
So opaque and the image
Is grainy
The bird’s blown
Song, inaudible.