Friday, January 23, 2009

an Ode to what Light does

because Peter Wasilewski is brilliant

breaking the natural order
for the sake of personal beauty


a bird's wing preserved
by the polar lenses, white light,
and the touch of a man


fingers trapped in children's toys
a summer treat for i the least

but the sick romance
at the back of your mind

my summer night pleasure
for i all the more


tripping through swirls
and deep pools
along dark slippery
city streets

filled to the brim
with triumphant marches
and parades with routes
passed loosers' houses


locked in at the midst
of a winter battle
to the death and the part

the weight of a horse
on a frozen river
as the war rages on

in a field far away


what was lost
but a letter to the queen

but what of it
was a loss?

No comments: