Tuesday, November 16, 2010


The falcon-faced woman
Digs tiger pits
To trap the unsuspecting
Winning them over and pulling them under
With Jammed sentences
As though-
The two people inside her
Are trying to speak simultaneously
Always interrupting one another
…and everyone else
She whips her feathers
All over the room
Stirring up little vortices
To bear her beak out at the gray world
Screeching about hidden powers
Secret colors,
And other powerful birds of prey
Flapping her mighty wings
Into the frenzied storm
Against the grain of consumer culture
As lightning cracks
Through their hearts
Raptors turn hard wings to the cold
As the doors open they take flight

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