Maurice Burford

in a strong kingdom        of bees he

expects the factory to be less violent

fog was registered only two days a year

enshrouded in the country rock of the forest

Puerto Rican horse fog in the valley

next to bad        faces of dew

there is money in        the green box

saying we are nightmares with our backs to the screen

the sea shudders        sounds foreign vowels

mowing apart the family in the painting


sonograms of comic books titles are bags of fog

godless and superb horses        are shaped

made to champion empty buildings

like an inoperable tumor in addition to hills

bled by a weak spleen        bled up and up

Posted 04/25/09