Disappointed by Carving
Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 3:36 am
I see waves when I carve sticks!
They rise knife-edged into coiled
Claws; then sadly shimmy off like
Drunken moths and crash like paper.
The sap-sucked pinnacle glistens
Sharply though! And so in my
Reticence I dream of squealing pig
Slaughter, of long tabled celebrations,
Of mountainous busts and beehive
Beards, of wily hounds and tomorrows
Visit to homebase.
They rise knife-edged into coiled
Claws; then sadly shimmy off like
Drunken moths and crash like paper.
The sap-sucked pinnacle glistens
Sharply though! And so in my
Reticence I dream of squealing pig
Slaughter, of long tabled celebrations,
Of mountainous busts and beehive
Beards, of wily hounds and tomorrows
Visit to homebase.