Monday, October 3, 2011

courtesy dullin thomas

this poem was written by stitching together words from my anthology of poems by dylan 'dullin' thomas. here he is with his fiery caitlyn, probably immediately before/after a huge row:





When a star cries flesh
to ribs and neck
blood in sun, a weather


bad coin palmed desireless


cunning bottlecork enemies


silly cotton
sea-dandy
lies down bloodily
bowed


luminous intimacies:
runaway-Queen-Katherine
hymning chapel thighs

labour and love
were a hedgerow of simple Jacks

dumb to tell the lover’s sheet
the word of the flesh
the flask of brother’s blood
broken things of light
undone pain a process


into a great flood.

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