Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Access

             you've grown to fire
            delicately

The archer (acquainted with brilliance)
inhabits a desperate vanity

Lace becomes an adjuct
to flame

An error in tribal delineations
places the magician
in the homes of the mad

It is pride not wealth
that traces disparate feathers

on the white arena
of his skin

Easy to see how starlight
becomes deadly
        when you walk with him.