Counteract

1.
And branches
Break out
The mass
Of your
Church

The blue violin
Spreads
Like a skirt

around me…

blurring

the trains whistling
through
extreme girlhood…


2.
A jet plane
leaves

a weal

on my eyes
A mark of white wound

Like doves
metamorphosed
In linear sand

and blood ridden
letters…

3.
Brisk temper
Of an evening

Shutting down the sun

You lure me
By that tongue of music

Of those dens you beat

I understand
nothing of poetry

Just braving
a counteract

between you

and my
insanity