The Pines


THE POPPY EDIFICES OF SLEEP


The promoter was an overweight woman,
with long, stringy blond hair
and one eye
larger than the other. But, she was
ambitious, and
organized


THE POPPY EDIFICES OF SLEEP


fog relays its dwindling hours

pinnacles of light in the physical lack


The road animals haunting (or hunting, molly


in the particle drapery

silos stand in awkward shadow

shame, or is it austerity            The road

narrows.


Two bleeding bushes of mist.


THE POPPY EDIFICES OF SLEEP


begins—
a quartered boy

sending notes by blindered goat
down the orchard ramps

into the local vacancies

getting back but mash and ass

hair coming off to the membrane.

Still, a living vigil or a plaster head

in the air.

Frustrated flesh.
A tender red.

High and wide for the vulture.


THE POPPY EDIFICES OF SLEEP


       to                                          powpow


                                                            blanks


         heels an ambush

taller
                a new bag begins
                  saxifrage old

                grey drunk
                not lost but totally I went?


wolf plus rain
                                       disqualified?
               blanks the other

                                    Plumpero of the Umbrellas

                                                  of
                                                         claws


      pill circle       wary user


                                                                                 ol’ drier
                                   pump miniature



Other collaborative work of The Pines can be found in POOL, xStream, Melancholia's Tremulous Dreadlocks, BlazeVOX, eratio, and elsewhere, as well as in the ongoing series, The Pines (Volumes One-Three available; Volume Four coming in 2007).

For more images and info: http://thepines.blogspot.com

 
 
 
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