book of autumn thirst: the last mansion my family owns
[book of autumn thirst]
the last mansion my family owns
a dry snail’s trail gone flat, gone stale, 1
matte on the brick i landed hard on. 2
as the corpuscles flood rich 3
in my embarrassment center 4
the autumn shot the sky 5
and by the time it was winter 6
i was still lying in the courtyard 7
of the last mansion i’ll live in 8
with flat mucous from my cheek 9
to the second story window 10
my unflinching eyes account all i’m given. 11
15.7.95
