Monday, February 27, 2012

Van Gogh sky above my tree

I'm lying in my undies on the grass in the garden. Under the peach tree

Last light on fern fronds and silver-velvet lamb's tail

Christ's bleeding heart-coloured cannas point back to heaven. Oh how I have fallen

The sun sinks behind the hill. Instant transformation from humidity to chillidity, instant coffee thoughts churn towards autumn

I tell all the men who cross my path to protect their hearts. Why don't I take my own advice

My heart, and one iris, for your ear. Van Gogh

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