MC Hyland

On the day’s cobblestones     Form a claustrophobia

 

The painting’s secrets lie down      In the

Hole in the hill where my finger intrudes

 

Her body ripples like a private ad-hoc    

Nocturnal ocean

 

All the men discarded  

 

How the castle squares above these naive figurines

Panting with a concave tongue

 

 

 

 

 

 

The harp rises to greet us

 

Moving forward the way light moves to be an opening in the

Dark field the way      Her guidebook & birthmark

 

Surpass the train     As the roadside shakes

 

In the night a fat cat descends a stair & the outlines

Hammer the overgrown graves

 

How you disappear

& reappear down the deserted road between cut-back oaks

 

Your hats swirl upon the dazzling Seine

 

The doors of Paris open & the awkward angel sits at a table changing

Size a bit under her bonnet

 

How she smiles at him mouth like a speckled machine

 

A bridge between rocks

A gate blurred & shut

 

 

 

 

 

 

What may be a flower but moves

 

Brigands red in the afternoon

Slow the shaking bridge &

 

Shining crawl across the floor

 

 

 

We kiss & bring in the boat

 

A face of coral over open ocean

 

 

 

(Seeing through to the spines)

 

Her feet across the forest floor

Walk into night in an insect light

 

 

 

 

 

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