Monday, May 01, 2006

3. "The Other City of Angels"

All the blind turnings in the maze of love
No more than porcelain sink keeps water's diary-

'Main, blizzard of silk, whisper-panoply,
And ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost riders.

Poems without eyes or faces or lips or hands
Indeed, not even their mazy host incriminate

With recognizable clues
A casting director could use


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