Blue Trophy

shine
my unboxed champion middleweight
all the glory days preserved
amplified
rectified all right
steel ligaments
and lugged joints
resurrected
several cylinders
wood cut
rectangular blocks
doubled for symmetry
in a temporary purgatory
of wrecked geometry

with glue and plans
a chassis of possibility
steps and hatches
sealed the armature
of supports and circles
set in design
no simple engine

Frankincense with Metal

one hand can
reign and not govern
two hands
embody their arms
inhabit a hollow
beyond a cobalt melody
by a tin
over the atlantic
knit as blue
twinkling saxophone
sack another drunk
on the bump shack
hauling military maracas
ravishing a melody
whose veins do not govern
the madhatter
who offers a whistle
a swig off his rope
you sit on inflated roots
of crinkled brown paper
the frayed wires
forces as red
as rebel
will govern
the clang
bled by metal

lia's perhaps hand and my pointed toes

lia's perhaps hand and my pointed toes, originally uploaded by enemytree.

photos are like perhaps hands. perhaps cameras hold pointed toes and a momentary pose. ee cummings posed a question as a statement. i held an ever changing crop. all the infinite angles--do they allow us to capture a lot? a little perhaps.