Cadmium

herbs and spices, cont -

push mongo

herbs and spices

the colour wheel

A Red Nebula

I thought of one girl's dress
with her red legs migrating beneath it
(Alouette, gentille Alouette)
friendless but hoping for chances
her tanned shoulders, bony like a fish
making solitude of her body's architecture
a white firmament that holds stars in the form of
freckles that smear her cheeks and arms
the pink smile of her tan lines are vacuous
(Alouette, je te plumerai)
her feathers are bland and unhappy
dead too young, or before her time
everything has come to sleep in her eyes
the dress is continuous
there is no nudity beneath
her breasts
her thigh
they are the curve of mortality
receding forever in the universe

there is no want in my mouth
or hunger in my finger tips
I'm not in pain - I don't ache
my hands don't itch or shake
but my throat is dry
and I feel like turning you on

s. Sparling

prisoner of mars

the old world

'

master of hands of stars and nudists

the lady is taming a snake

she is charming a magic snake

arms - milk white - sumptuous

body like a blue electric arc

dancing with the eel

she is immune to the bone tooth

impervious to god venom

and a black lace layer of lingerie 

space black and revealing

cloys to her rolls of flesh

making a whispering curtain

between the white cloud of breast

and the yellow serpent coil

master of hands with tulips and roses

king of kaleidoscope puddles

why would you ever allow it?

have you been struck blind by arrows?

or do you see and choose not to move

or can you not move?

master of hands and nicks and scratches

the snake has struck her heart

she never bleeds but her eyes

turn blank as an april's sun

and the snake reveals its belly and dies

and the lady reveals her smile and dies

master of hands you've witnessed all

but your joints are sluggish and sleeping

what will it take to shake you

another lady?

another snake?

S. Sparling